Lirik Lagu True Loyalty - 50 Cent
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*(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
[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 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 doI'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...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 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 crackI'm the clip, you the gatI'm the glock, you the macI'm the artist, you the trapI'm a pen, you the padI'm the Dutch, you the bagI'm the knife, you the stabI'm the driver, you the Jag)I'm the ice, you the bezelI'm grimy, you ghettoI'm the bow, you the arrowI'm the shell, you the barrelI'm a pimp, you a playerI'm dope, you the hustlerI'm 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 it's top notchAnd when it comes to dice, I'm 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, it's Showtime at the ApolloDamn near every rapper gotta hide sixteenWell my flow's like a ho that's sixteenI ran through niggas, dismantled niggasThey mad 'cause they see me in Cancun bitchesBut I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my niggaIf there's no toothbrush I'ma use my fingerI got so many minks, and so many leathersThe crib is surrounded by animal protestersI'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm youngWith the mind of an old man, full of wisdomHere the cops come, task force vanRock so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost manAnd while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash manYour team got heart, but your heart's in my handYou want sixteen bars, in song formatOr sixteen cars on your mom's doormat...wha
[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 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 doI'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...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 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 crackI'm the clip, you the gatI'm the glock, you the macI'm the artist, you the trapI'm a pen, you the padI'm the Dutch, you the bagI'm the knife, you the stabI'm the driver, you the Jag)I'm the ice, you the bezelI'm grimy, you ghettoI'm the bow, you the arrowI'm the shell, you the barrelI'm a pimp, you a playerI'm dope, you the hustlerI'm 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 it's top notchAnd when it comes to dice, I'm 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, it's Showtime at the ApolloDamn near every rapper gotta hide sixteenWell my flow's like a ho that's sixteenI ran through niggas, dismantled niggasThey mad 'cause they see me in Cancun bitchesBut I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my niggaIf there's no toothbrush I'ma use my fingerI got so many minks, and so many leathersThe crib is surrounded by animal protestersI'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm youngWith the mind of an old man, full of wisdomHere the cops come, task force vanRock so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost manAnd while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash manYour team got heart, but your heart's in my handYou want sixteen bars, in song formatOr sixteen cars on your mom's doormat...wha
