I Wanna To Give You, All Of This Street Love I Wanna Give It, All Of This Street Love Baby Your Heart Is Safe With Me Take All Of My Street Love Baby
pretty, scurrin She ain't like the gold diggin ones that want me, I want her She like the finer things, how ironic I'm a stunner When I'm layin I'm a
YOU AINT KNOW WHEN I'M INFORMIN YOUR CLICK I TAKE YOUR BITCH WHILE I'M PERFOMIN MY SHIT (Get low Bus!) As I was sayin niggaz know I ain't playin There
boy, boy? Guy: Well he got somethin' on his mind, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm tryin' show a little love to him boy, boy, he need to understand I'm tryin
the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole fuckin rosters I'm
it But I can't get faded, cause I done made it Steady struggle and strive Find my way, out these ghetto streets of mine This is coming from where I'm from (I'm
I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis Touch kids but I do that with a semi-automatic With or without traffic I pull my shit out and blast it I'm
with plans of getting me captured Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, nigga I
50 Cent to play this Game Nigga hatin on me cause I'm doin my own thang I'm ain't Lloyd Banks bitch I don't share your brain I was in the fast lane before
my luggage You got to love it I'm thuggin' my street slang, my penitentiary procher Got me outsellin' niggas' whole fuckin' roster I'm big in New York like B.I
I'm really not frontin Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin I want what I want, and what I want I'm gettin [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, forty
rims All on one wheel when I'm on one of them Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him They say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy
I'd like to welcome everybody Inside the world of Murder I-N-C And I'd like to introduce to y'all My nigga, ATL's own huh Lloyd, Lloyd [Lloyd] Ladies
I can't die shit I ain't even had my baby Fuck it its all gravy If I go I'm cool Death comes for everybody no exception to the rule I'm a G Unit soldier
on the goal My name ring like M-80s when it blow I hit the ladies then I go Its three Mercedes and a Rolls You know? I got my heart from the street Learned
trying to take my seat quick I'm on some Canary Wharf to Wall street shit No Michael Douglas but I'm on my MD shit If I don't do the number's I'll just