the radio But I'm hot, so I'ma make these muh'fuckas play it though I wan-na shine Nigga don't make me re-sort to crime I guess this ain't somethin' for the radio
the radio but I'm hot so I'm a make these motha fuckas play it tho. I want to shine nigga don't make me resolve the crime. (damn) I guess this ain't something for the radio
: (feat. Lloyd Banks, Ma$e, Prodigy, Spider Loc) [Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga
(repeat) (50 Cent-between Banks) G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) (50 Cent) I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up (Lloyd Banks) Right now
out in Sydney (uh-huh!) Stampeed the rececption they give me. (whooo!) [explode] {HAHA! } 7-60 - you try to play meeee The blood will flow faster than the OJ. (crazy!) {LLOYD BANK$! } Bank
[Robbie:] It's all you ever hear. Look like this, think like this. How do you fight it? We started our own radio station. We keep our idenities secret
female's phone But you really startin to sound like a females homes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin to get our Email on [Chorus: Lloyd Banks
phone But you really startin' to sound like a females homes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin' to get our E-mail on [chorus - Lloyd Banks
don't know what the Scriptures saying I'm a player with a league pass, ma I get the games Whether I hit her don't hit she won't forget the name Lloyd Banks
now Product of the same neighborhood, hope that don't let him down Dont go popping off your mouth, harlem showing I go loko Lloyd lost in time, hear
look cool to wear band aids I'm blowin' on damn haze All of a sudden I'm gased, 'cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait If you ain't up on thangs Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks
Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks
son that's all that went, (down, oooh well) So stop tellin' them lies to all them motherfuckin' magazines, And radio stations nigga you know what happened. Me and Lloyd Banks
yaha iam bout that front on me wanna tell that d's yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the barrel in your fith ya mouth jack (LLoyd banks) oh
will it take ma? (like that) nigga nigga need shake ma, (like that) make me wanna put it on ya (like that) [Lloyd Banks] Shorty, get down, get down, (Lloyd Bank
[Lloyd Banks] This here is a little more than a mixtape so maybe i'll perform it uh, the whip shine like theres baby oil on it i honk the airhorn at them
