Lyric True Loyalty
ft. 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
[Chorus]
[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
[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
[Chorus]
[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
