50 Cent - True Loyalty Lyrics
[50 cent]Unh, yeah..i like the way this feel right hereYo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil bitYeah..[50 cent + (lloyd banks)]There aint 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 niggas kin)For you, there aint a damn thing that I wont doIm a thug, this my way I show, my love for you(nigga for you, I get the coke, ima turn it into cash)For you, if we go broke, we gon rob a nigga ass(for you, if we get knocked, ima have to take the weightcause with a record like yours dogg, you aint stayin upstate)Nigga for you, I kill a whole God damn crew (why? )cause I know youd do the same thing too...hahaI ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemiesHow could you not love a thug like me?[chorus]Would you ride for me? (you aint 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 dont cry for me, just keep reppin southside for me)Nigga, you ride for me? (you aint 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 dont cry for me, just keep reppin southside for me)[50 cent + (lloyd banks)](nigga, Im the stem, you the crackIm the clip, you the gatIm the glock, you the macIm the artist, you the trapIm a pen, you the padIm the dutch, you the bagIm the knife, you the stabIm the driver, you the jag)Im the ice, you the bezelIm grimy, you ghettoIm the bow, you the arrowIm the shell, you the barrelIm a pimp, you a playerIm dope, you the hustlerIm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler[chorus][tony yayo]You can catch me in public housing, wit bundles of dOr in the santa monica mountains, bundled up to skiSince, time is money, I rhyme on the clockAnd walk through the strip with a nine in the oxYou seen the ice, you know its top notchAnd when it comes to dice, Im seeing shorty to the shot boxBanks stop, guns pop through your tank topAnd leave you wet up like a sonar range dropWhen I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrowWhen you grind, its showtime at the apolloDamn near every rapper gotta hide sixteenWell my flows like a ho thats sixteenI ran through niggas, dismantled niggasThey mad cause they see me in cancun *****esBut Im ghetto, straight from the hood my niggaIf theres no toothbrush ima use my fingerI got so many minks, and so many leathersThe crib is surrounded by animal protestersIm a grown man, still livin like Im youngWith the mind of an old man, full of wisdomHere the cops come, task force vanRock so much ice, Im called jack frost manAnd while we sippin on cris, you sippin backwash manYour team got heart, but your hearts in my handYou want sixteen bars, in song formatOr sixteen cars on your moms doormat...wha
