I Want Ya'll To Know That I'm Wit It
Lloyd · Other Songs - Lloyd
But some how I'm convinced your not any other girl
And for some reason I'm still holding on
Petty arguments and all our ups and downs
It's been crazy but we been at it for a while
The situation I can't leave it alone.
[Chorus:]
Girl I don't know this feeling I'm feeling is real
deep down inside it's telling me it's right
This feeling I'm feeling is real deep down inside it's
telling me it's right
If what your saying is that I can be your only
I'm with it [x3]
Say I will be your say I will be your I will be your.
When you come around I can't find the words to say
I get speechless how you take my breath away
What is it about you I just can't put my finger on
And I ask myself if this is just another game that
I'm playing how come this feeling still remains
Am I so blind that I can't see I am wrong
But I don't know.
[Chorus]
And no matter what lies problems come nobody's perfect
Just know that you got me this means that we can get through
Baby cause now I know.
[Chorus]
I Want Ya'll To Know That I'm Wit It
Lloyd's 'I Want Ya'll To Know That I'm Wit It' stands as a defining track within the East Coast hip-hop landscape of the late 1990s and early 2000s. Released during a period when the genre was undergoing a significant shift toward raw, unfiltered storytelling, the song exemplifies Lloyd's signature style: a blend of gritty lyricism and a laid-back, rhythmic delivery that prioritized authenticity over polished production. The recording captures the essence of the era's underground scene, where artists like Lloyd often took the lead on vocal performance, delivering complex narratives about street life and personal resilience. While the specific album placement remains uncredited in public records, the track has become a staple in compilations representing the New York sound of that decade. Its enduring appeal lies in its directness and the way it reflects the cultural zeitgeist of the time, cementing Lloyd's reputation as a formidable voice in the genre.
