Rating: NN
On this, Lloyd’s debut album, the tatted-up vocalist sings a duet with his labelmate Ashanti, and it’s very hard to figure out who’s who because he sounds so much like a woman. It’s even more confusing -because you’d think Ja Rule and Irv Gotti would try to fortify their label with gangsta cred after getting crushed for months on end by everyone on Shady and G-Unit, rather than dropping a wimpy, languid record by an 18-year-old New Orleans singer no one’s ever heard of. I’ve tasted tap water with more flavour than this overlong cliché on wax.
