Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loyalty, artist - Kool G Rap. Album song 36 Seasons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Salvation, Tommy Boy Entertainment
Song language: English
Loyalty |
Verse One: |
When I was five years old I realized there was a road |
At the end I will win lots of pots of gold |
Never took a break, never made a mistake |
Took time to create cos there’s money to make |
To be a billionaire takes hard work for years |
Some nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayers |
Been through hard times, even worked part time |
In a? |
Seafood? |
Store sweepin floors for dimes |
I was sort of a porter takin the next man’s order |
Breakin my back for? |
A shack for headquarters? |
All my manpower for four bucks an hour |
Took the time, I wrote rhymes in the shower |
Shoes are scoffed cos the road gets rough |
But I’ma rock it til my pockets ain’t stuffed enough |
All the freaks wouldn’t speak cos my checks was weak |
They would turn the other cheek so I started to seek |
A way to get a play, and maybe one day |
I’ll be performin up a storm for a decent pay |
No matter how it seems I always kept the dream |
All the girlies scream and suckas get creamed |
Dreamed about it for five years straight |
Finally I got a break and cut my first plate |
The road ain’t yellow and there ain’t no witches |
My name is Kool G Rap, I’m on the road to the riches |
Verse Two: |
I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock |
Money bustin out my sock cos I really would clock |
They were for kind of fiends bringin jackets and jeans |
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans |
The cash was comin fast, money grew like grass |
People hungry for the blast that don’t even last |
Didn’t want to be involved but the money will getcha |
Gettin richer and richer, the police took my picture |
But I still supplied, some people I knew died |
Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide |
Money, jewelry, livin like a star |
And I wasn’t too far from a Jaguar car |
In a small-time casino, the town’s Al Pacino |
For all of the girls, the pretty boy Valentino |
I shot up stores and I kicked down doors |
Collecting scars from little neighborhood wars |
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked |
And if provoked I let the pistol smoke |
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game |
Sellin nickels and dimes, sunshine or rain |
What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad |
In the first time in my life loanin money to dad |
Now the table’s turned and my lifestyle switches |
My name is Kool G Rap, I’m on the road to the riches |
Verse Three: |
? |
A thug a-mugs? |
For drugs, he eventually bugs |
Lookin for crack on carpets and rugs |
? |
The squealers tells? |
But the dealer still sells |
Little spoiled kids inheritin oil wells |
I was the type on the opposite side |
Of smokin the pipe, in a beef I got hype |
Cos rags to riches switches men to witches |
Become stitches, body bags in ditches |
Bloodshed, I painted the town red |
People fled as I put a dread’s head to bed |
That mean’s dead, in other words deceased |
Face got erased, bullets got released |
Bombs were planted, the kids were kidnapped |
In fact that was a way to get back |
At enemies who tried to clock G’s |
On my block, now they forever knock Z’s |
Plans of rampages went for ages |
Some got knocked and locked inside cages |
Some bit the dust for crumbs and crusts |
In God We Trust, now rots to rust |
Plus caps to cops, policeman drops |
You blew off his top when the pistol went pop |
Troopers, soldiers, rollin like boulders |
Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder |
Some young male put in jail |
His lawyer so good his bail is on sale |
Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this power last? |
Longer than my song but he already fell |
He likes to eat hardy, party |
Be like John Gotti, and drive a Maserati |
Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he’s Jello |
Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello |
One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate |
But just? |
Stay?, ship him upstate by the Great Lakes |
And than a-wait and wait and wait |
Til he breaks, that’s all it takes |
So he fakes to be a man, but he can’t stand |
On his own two feet because now he’s in a new land |
Rules are different and so is life |
When you think with a shank, talk with a knife |
Not my lifestyle so I made a you-turn |
More money I earn, more money to burn |
Pushin all buttons, pullin all switches |
My name is G. Rap, I’m on the road to the riches |