Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loyalty, artist - Fat Joe. Album song Loyalty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.11.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: RT Industries
Song language: English
Loyalty |
| Cool & Dre, uh |
| Terror Squad motherfuckers |
| They’re all gonna laugh at ya, haha |
| They’re all gonna laugh at ya |
| Yeah, (YO), uh, (oh God), haha |
| Haha (feedin you, feedin you) |
| Yo (feedin you, feedin you) |
| Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist |
| That means I own two joint ventures and two different labels, niggas that pay |
| me homage |
| Been in this game for nine seasons |
| That’s nine reasons why I’m expired the rhyme beefin |
| Ya’ll niggas is rappin ass backwards |
| I left twenty spots since beginnin this rap shit |
| All yo papi lo que pasa contigo |
| Mad cause I’m the only nigga reppin our people |
| When I came in this game, no one wanted the job |
| All of a sudden niggas actin like they wanna go hard |
| Spittin venom 'bout the Squad, try and shittin the God |
| This ain’t no «Scarface» shit, blow up your kids in the car |
| And since you wanna act like you livin a movie |
| I’ll hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got in a «Fist of Fury» |
| Bitch niggas, nothin but snitch niggas |
| Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his nigga |
| Got deported from the Squad, can’t afford another car |
| Where’s your house at? |
| I heard your livin with your moms (livin with your moms) |
| Blane nigga better stay in your place |
| Keep talkin, burst a flame in your face, motherfucker |
| Yo, yo, with this comparison the Geddy is God |
| Cause even though you never seen me, I been put fear in your hearts |
| And I’m smooth like a Mulo it theme |
| Skip bullets of your Coogi beam |
| Before you knew you were seen |
| Yeah I’m nice and I don’t care if you know |
| Cause all you really need to understand is how hard I’m rulin with Joe |
| And the streets is no place for late bloomers |
| Just gangsta niggas, snakes and bitches that meant to spread rumors |
| Listen, I’m from the Bronx were the gun shoot rabid |
| Front if you want, but don’t think we don’t shoot rapids |
| I’m what some might consider a ghost |
| Cause I move at night, plus I’m the type to play a live nigga close |
| I’m the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme vocalist |
| I write dope, spit dust and shit cocoa bricks |
| This is what you dicks need to act-knowledge |
| Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat cabbage |
| Don’t ask why we act violent |
| We just killas and thugs |
| Niggas wit mad talent, that still dabble in drugs |
| I only rap now to speak to the streets |
| They say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef |
| So we gonna feed 'em the beef |
| My nine milly blaze, and hit hard like Willy Mays |
| Since my kiddy days, grew up with thugs who were really crazed |
| Ain’t no silly games, right here be the truth |
| 150 proof, whoever, I’m talkin to you |
| They call me Prospect, I’m one in a mil |
| One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill |
| I’m the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by, with your Iceberg team |
| You look when the light turns green |
| Your scared to death, don’t make me have to air at ya chest |
| Or tear ya flesh, for actin like I carin whats left |
| Anyone can get it in a minute give it some time, I’m livin this rhyme |
| Let my nine get in your spine, sit and recline |
| Get so mad, forget and rewind |
| So I can see what I did again and just slide |
| To the next level, hop on the bike and just pedal |
| Bustin at your best rebel, who runnin to test medal |
| Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this game |
| For niggas kinda refain, I push 'em down in the train |
| Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz |
| Big, G Psycho and E, ya’ll know what this is |
| Yo, yo, It’s the T, E, a R a, a R a, O, R Squad |
| So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Mar |
| With Armageddon and your nigga Joe The God |
| Tony Sunshine and motherfuckin Prospect |
| Straight out the projects |
| A forest, where they kill for mils and they blast the steel |
| But I’m from murda murda Castle Hill |
| I got a big ass burner, but I’ll slash your grill |
| Yo don’t got no status, don’t want no static |
| They knew you was loco toto, and I don’t no Spanish |
| All I know is how to cock back and aim for the cabbage |
| And keep on bustin 'til the bitch brain splatter |
| And the kids won’t matter, when the crib’s on fire |
| What you spit don’t matter, cause this bitch on fire |
| And I won’t stop rockin 'til I retire |
| Any bitch disagree is a god damn liar |
| Yeah, uh infamous Terror Squad nigga |
| Loyalty, what does it mean to you |
| How many a ya’ll niggas is loyal? |
| All these Benedict Arnold niggas |
| Switch sidin niggas, ya heard? |
| Nigga I throw this whole rap shit out the window in a sec, ya heard? |
| Joe Crack the Don Diggler |
| The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine nigga |
| We ride, who wanna test the record launcher, ya see 'em? |
| Uh, haha, feedin you, feedin you, feedin you |
| Make your move baby, c’mon |
| Step up baby |
| They’re all gonna laugh at ya |
| (*laughing*), woo, BX |