player's prayer [End:] Please Do it again Please No One more chance Get right back Where it's at Show me some love And answer this player's prayer
I was trippin' yo' love is where it's at I'm on my knees, Lord please show me some love And answer this player's prayer Thou shall not stand you up,
Traduzione: Lloyd. La preghiera del giocatore.
-Unit (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
worry about me, I'll be aight Niggaz can waste ten while firin at me Cause I'm God's child, there's angels around me [Young Buck] Life's a bitch and
pray to the Lord, for my soul to keep But if I should die, before I wake Pray to the Lord, my soul to take (pray to the Lord, my soul to take) [E.S.
of your house Nigga I'm doing good I made it out of the hood I own Beverly Hills no more bottles or wood That's a zipper that's sticky California should
niggaz ??? ???, that's why we still hustle For all my niggaz that can't be here For every tear, send my a prayer, I swear [Chorus] [Verse Two] But what's
Yayo] In New York you get stalked like a snake's prey Yo the streets is a battle field you die any day Some cry on they knees when they pray All you
5 million, The elevator stops at a very high buildin, Let's just say I'm smart, at this playa art, I heard all the talk but refused to play a part, In
the camera harsh reality's what (?) holding them back from opening verbal attack all over these niggas, push the herd to the back I'm the kind that they pray
the...) [gunshot] {DAMN! } Surviving on my liii-iii-iiie... (that's me!) Now I gotta make it riii-iii-iiight... {HAPPY BIRTHDAY... LLOYD BANK$! } [gunshot] [Lloyd
play Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play [Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks] Nah I cant
