Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loyalty, artist - D12. Album song D-12 World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
Loyalty |
| G-g-g-g Guess whos back? |
| D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie! |
| Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath! |
| Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo! |
| Mutha’fucker!, Benzino!, They don’t know we finna’blow! |
| Someone betta’tell them so… |
| You don’t me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me Why would I give a fuck about you if we ain’t family? |
| I roll with a chosen few, and those of you that’s behind me Witness the most potest’furocious niggaz that rhyme |
| These bitches turn they back on you, actin’like they ain’t did shit |
| When you rappin’never mix bussiness up with your friendship |
| If you lackin’up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'? |
| niggaz’s don’t love you, you got habits of breaking street codes |
| Far as static, I automaticly get medieval |
| When I’m after people, then I’ll explode you bitches with C-4 |
| These hoe’s, have no insurance, bodies get repo' |
| Making you vanish even when we ain’t got our heat close |
| Keepin'.44's where you’re hoes are swallowing deep throat |
| If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close |
| niggaz pupils that’s what I do, I’m foolish will shoot you |
| Cuz’I’m coo-coo, But I don’t think niggaz can take in heat tho' |
| See I’m a man, and a man gon’do what he gotta do And he ain’t really family if he ain’t loyal to you |
| If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew and crew was loyal to you |
| I don’t give a fuck, I’m quick to blaze chronic |
| Smoke on so much green, use twelves and supa-sonic |
| Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes |
| Now who the fuck want to fight? |
| Ain’t nobody fucking with me, Ain’t nobody fucking with the D' |
| They get beat like a M-P |
| You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs |
| You heard about Proof wil’ing in the clubs |
| You heard about that nine that Eminem packs |
| You diss us, you get you’re fucking face cracked |
| I’m from 7 Mile and stout, I’ll shoot up you’re house |
| Next day, I’ll pee in you’re mouth. |
| Aiyyo, loyalty’s first, all the bullshit second |
| I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it Most of these niggaz neglect it Even though it’s a known method |
| From the hectic hood that you slept in You wanna’be an exeption |
| That’s when the weapon is leaving you’re half stepping |
| With that 'caine in you’re left hand |
| Obie from a section that’ll stain up you’re flesh and |
| Have you on bare breast |
| Questionin’you’re affection for streets |
| D-Twizzie no question |
| One of the best groups that done it And Obie is their reflection |
| Lil’homey that know sowly that loyalty is reckin' |
| D-Twizzie fo’life, Obie Trice is second. |
| Which one of you niggaz wanna’be ?boltion? |
| bump heads |
| When I got a passion for clappin'.. .with one hand |
| Talent’s on my roster this mobster’s in dump land |
| Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds |
| Never leave the crib without packing my black burner |
| On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have murda |
| Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at you’re service |
| Reach for me one more gain’and thats closed |
| For life as D12, no ice and spreewells |
| Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will |
| Knowing I can be killed |
| Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot |
| And a liecense to ill |
| We lost Bugz and I’ll be damed if we loose another man from our clan |
| Without forcing our hand |
| Estorting you’re family, I’ll torture you’re granny |
| For my nigga’s, I’m on you’re motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy |
| Yo its funny how niggaz get caught along (and get bombed on) |
| Knocking teeth in back of you’re throat (and break you’re jaw bone) |
| (I'm on ignorant shit) these niggaz is bitch |
| Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna’get thick) |
| Yo’man I’ll get split (by a brutal and critical hit) |
| With identical dent (or bullets with identical prints) |
| I’m wishing you if (you come you’re Lutenints a snitch) |
| You teminant fick (and we know you ain’t finna’do shit) |
| I’ll stick with my clique (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist) |
| Kuniva The Rida'(Shooting through you’re fucking Long John garmets) |
| Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street) |
| Unbelivable heat, we’ll even lay you out infront of the chief of police |
| Muthafucker' |
| Yeah! |
| D-Twizzie |
| D12, Dirty Dozen |
| Nothing but family up in this motherfucker' |
| Loyal to everything that we do You ain’t neva’gonna’catch none of us slippin by ourself |
| 'Cuz we always together |
| You know what I’m sayin |
| Y’all niggaz don’t know what family means |
| Bugz watching over our ass |
| Thats why we still alive know |
| Knocking yall niggaz outta the clubs and shit |
| Haha! |
| Runyan Av. |
| Baby! |
| Shady Records! |
| Where yo’mamma at nigga? |