Song Lyrics True Loyalty lyrics (feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
[50 Cent] Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil bit yeah..
[50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)] There ain t shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love (Except loyalty and love, between thugs) For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip (For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga s kin) For you, there ain t a damn thing that I won t do I m a Thug, this my way I show, my love for you (Nigga for you, I get the coke, I ma turn it into cash) For you, if we go broke, we gon rob a nigga ass (For you, if we get knocked, I ma have to take the weight Cause with a record like yours dogg, you ain t stayin upstate) Nigga for you, I kill a whole God damn crew (Why?) Cause I know you d do the same thing too...haha I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies How could you not love a Thug like me?
[Chorus] Would you ride for me? (you ain t even got to ask) Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don t cry for me, just keep reppin Southside for me) Nigga, you ride for me? (you ain t even got to ask) Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don t cry for me, just keep reppin Southside for me)
[50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)] (Nigga, I m the stem, you the crack I m the clip, you the gat I m the glock, you the mac I m the artist, you the trap I m a pen, you the pad I m the Dutch, you the bag I m the knife, you the stab I m the driver, you the Jag) I m the ice, you the bezel I m grimy, you ghetto I m the bow, you the arrow I m the shell, you the barrel I m a pimp, you a player I m dope, you the hustler I m a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler
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[Tony Yayo] You can catch me in public housing, wit bundles of D Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox You seen the ice, you know it s top notch And when it comes to dice, I m seeing shorty to the shot box Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow When you grind, it s Showtime at the Apollo Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen Well my flow s like a ho that s sixteen I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas They mad cause they see me in Cancun bitches But I m ghetto, straight from the hood my nigga If there s no toothbrush I ma use my finger I got so many minks, and so many leathers The crib is surrounded by animal protesters I m a grown man, still livin like I m young With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom Here the cops come, task force van Rock so much ice, I m called Jack Frost man And while we sippin on cris , you sippin backwash man Your team got heart, but your heart s in my hand You want sixteen bars, in song format Or sixteen cars on your mom s doormat...wha Song Lyrics
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