BLAME NOBODY BUT ME CANT BLAME NOBODY BUT ME HEY AND NOW I NEED YOU BACK IN MY LIFE CAUSE IT AINT NO TRAP CANT BLAME NOBODY BUT ME CANT BLAME NOBODY BUT ME
t know who to blame-a Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely" So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me I'm waiting, anticipating
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a '61 Chevy still heavy in this game can you feel me Blame
payin' me And broke groupies and hoochies don't faze me I take two steps back and release myself To put platinum and gold on a record shelf I don't brag but
blame Lorena Bobbitt Niggaz stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee Bitch Don't ice me, you
you killing me Fall Back, I understand that you feeling me I ain't gotta attitude but I'ma flip if you don't give me room to move (Lloyd Banks) You can
the other girls tease me, but way more than others I tell them I'm not like the others But nobody believes me So I don't think he claims me I thought
ll zip your lip Cause we can all get down, go grip for grip You're better off drivin' drunk, flip yo wip He ain't shit, ain't nobody gonna miss the prick
got mine too, Black cloud out but I shine thru Probably been thru what you been thru times two You lil Ass niggas can't fit my shoe! Ugh [Lloyd Banks: Verse] Miss Lloyd
bitch made niggas hit em up WESTSIDE! ain't nobody like me as a broke nigga finger on the trigga loc forgive me if I smoke I leave my female strapped but
2 (uh-huh!) Black cloud out - but I shine thru! Pro'bly been thru what you been thru times 2 Lil' ass niggas can't fit my shoe! (ugh!) Miss Lloyd had
it all tonight [Lloyd Banks: Talking] In case you ain't know This the plk flow In that new S3 ain't nobody Fucking with me
man fuck your problems I got Mine 2 black cloud out but I shine thru probly Been thru what you been thru times 2 you lil Ass niggas can't fit my shoe! Ugh Miss Lloyd
me (MAD AT ME!) But shit ain't all peaches and cream {OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!} and I ain't Sara Lee. (BITCH!) {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!} [Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent) {Young Buck} ] Don't ice me
Niggas stay and pocket I know you?re made at me but shit ain?t all peaches and cream And I ain?t Sara Lee bitch (C?mon) [Chorus] Don?t ice me You starin
