her she gon wanna kill me, cause I wanna kill it shawty let me get it, I'ma spend a weekend in it get one impression, swear I gotta kill it hour after
gon wanna kill me cause I wanna kill it Shawty let me get it, I'm a spend a weekend in it Get one impression, swear I gotta kill it Hour after hour girl
wanna kill me cause I wanna kill it Shawty let me get it, I'm a spend a weekend in it Get one impression, swear I gotta kill it Hour after hour girl,
forgot her She gon wanna kill me, cause I wanna kill it Shawty let me get it, I'ma spend a weekend in it Get one impression, swear I gotta kill it Hour
don't know a thang You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks]
He sold ten mil' twice, he fin' to do it again ALL ABOARD! Bitch don't miss the train 50 that nigga, fuck wrong with yo' brain, huh? [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks
a hustler I'm all about a dollar. Everybodies a customer nobodies a friend, Somebodies gotta do it anybody can win. If I did it then I can do it now,
I'm a gannnnngsta Reeeeeal gangsta (LET, IT, GO!) [Lloyd Banks] Yeah, yeah, uhh, G-G-G-G you know! Uhh.. the game took a turn crazy, it's all gravy Thanks
It gives me shelter, it's there when I'm hungry It feeds my kids, it fills my fridge It pays my bills and the mortgage on the crib It keeps me icy, it
a dead man if you attempt to shoot me I done lost some of my brains watchin' military flicks Got the whole G Unit on some military shit [Lloyd Banks:] Private Banks
ll be the shooter [Verse Two: Lloyd Banks] Uh, it's been (Deeper than Rap), I eat, shit, go to sleep with my gat It's us three against the industry, let's keep it
the pills [Lloyd Banks:] She loves you when your paper thick It looks like your making it In and out the town fresh, Audi R8'ing it Freak fest, south beach, mardi gras taping it
want it Baby if you want it That money You can have it But you got to fuck me now Fuck me now baby If you want it [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] I play the
us (nah) Ya'll ain't fuckin with us homie Ya'll ain't fuckin with us (nah) Ya'll ain't fuckin with us G Unit! [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] It's two thousand
uh!) [Lloyd Bank$:] Yeeah! Uh! It's been deeper than rap (uh!) I eat shit, go to sleep with my Gat. (uh-huh!) It's us three against the industry; let's keep it
want me to win I need to know where I'm heading, 'cause I know where I've been Flows, bones, crushin', it's nothin' I come up with somethin' Come through your strip, frontin', stuntin' It
UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey) [Lloyd Banks] It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger Banks
Coke Life did you put it all in your nose Coke Life every body can't be on top Coke Life call me when it's time to cop [Lloyd Banks:] As the world rotates
