Lyrics:
I'm doin my own thang
I ain't Lloyd Banks, bitch. I don't share your brain
I was in the fast lane before the G-Unit chain
You was hatin on Ja cause
escalate, they'll be back to dump on you
They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you
Before you snitch, yeah, see, I know what you chumps'll
Got Me Baby, You Got Me You Got Me mixed up with somebody else
John Simon Bill Lloyd
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and put the Rugers to the basket
I pass thru these street niggas that
Use to get they ass kicked
Man, what kind of beef do they want?
Lil' kids'll find ya
[50 Cent]
G-Unit, they ain't ready
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta
I don't even know if my voice could even
Give enough justice to what
You're about to hear right now
But I know you pree the title
So we're gonna get
she took a bag of flour in the face
You want street credibility instead of I'ma sting you
C'mon Ja you put a fuckin crackhead on your single
What
on point is important
Cause a coffin'll follow shortly after the white chalk and
Call me what you want nigga but you can't call me broke
Call me crack,
shirts
We taking off skirts
There's something I want to tell you
I will never fail you noooo
Baby I can give you what you want
There's nothing you
[Chorus]
We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do
Long as I can spend the whole night with you
Hennessy sippin' (got me a bottle)
If you wanna roll we can roll it up
If you wanna smoke we can smoke wherever
We can go just where you want
Baby I just wanna ride with ya
If you
like a soldier
Die like a soldier
War, state of mercy nigga
You see me pop off nigga
Ain't no peace talk, bitch ass nigga
Fake gangsta nigga, you want
Clicky Clang Clicky Clang
The money goes into my piggy bank
Clicky yo shout out Lloyd Banks
This is New York Bitch
I could ask you? Rap until your
(The Queen!)
The Queen of Soul
Yeah, we gonna keep it classy
Young Lloyd
Miss Patti, what up? I see you baby
Won't you lay it down
Lay your head
the kids killin', bury the bib
Nas told me they would rush, I'm prepared for the blitz
Rollin' cannabis, watching Ellen cannabis clips
What you want
(god damn)
I won't hesitate to put a knife
Or a slug in you and watch you bleed out
That little bit of thug in you
You don't want to bump heads with me
Lloyd said
I'm a player yes it true but I change the game for you
Baby All I ever want is you
Baby let's get naughty
Show me what you got for me
If
rotten Apple
G-UNIT lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo, nigga
Hey what up, nigga
You motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue
Grand Theft Audio 2
Get the fuck out the car
crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin niggaz by the twenty
And shootin by the fifty,
grams in the fuckin' spliff
Call it what you want I'm a zombie bitch I'm off this shit
Yo prada never gonna pile up
If you can't follow this game,
(can't believe this girl)
To still want to be my lady (you know what I tell about)
You must be crazy (she can not kiss)
To still want to be my lady (an
you know (You know)
What I came to do (To do)
Girl don't play with me
'Cause I know you want me too
My uncle told me
(He told me)
'Bout them girls like
i never doubted
Every move accounted
They look up to me like I'm mounted
You know i just want you down wit me
Love it when you clown wit me
Even
you don't give me room to move
(Brandy)
What the fuck proper truck 7 jeans white truck range rover sitting on 23's
From the 745 on the 105 won't be
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