Текст песни Loyalty

[Intro - Fat Joe talking]

Cool & Dre, uh

Terror Squad motherfuckers

They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha

They're all gonna laugh at ya

Yeah, (YO), uh, (oh God), haha

Haha (feedin you, feedin you)

Yo (feedin you, feedin you)

[Fat Joe]

Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist

That means I own two joint ventures and two different labels, niggas that pay me homage

Been in this game for nine seasons

That's nine reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin

Ya'll niggas is rappin ass backwards

I left twenty spots since beginnin this rap shit

All yo papi lo que pasa contigo

Mad cause I'm the only nigga reppin our people

When I came in this game, no one wanted the job

All of a sudden niggas actin like they wanna go hard

Spittin venom 'bout the Squad, try and shittin the God

This ain't no "Scarface" shit, blow up your kids in the car

And since you wanna act like you livin a movie

I'll hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got in a "Fist of Fury"

Bitch niggas, nothin but snitch niggas

Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his nigga

Got deported from the Squad, can't afford another car

Where's your house at? I heard your livin with your moms (livin with your moms)

Blane nigga better stay in your place

Keep talkin, burst a flame in your face, motherfucker

[Armageddon]

Yo, yo, with this comparison the Geddy is God

Cause even though you never seen me, I been put fear in your hearts

And I'm smooth like a Mulo it theme

Skip bullets of your Coogi beam

Before you knew you were seen

Yeah I'm nice and I don't care if you know

Cause all you really need to understand is how hard I'm rulin with Joe

And the streets is no place for late bloomers

Just gangsta niggas, snakes and bitches that meant to spread rumors

Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot rabid

Front if you want, but don't think we don't shoot rapids

I'm what some might consider a ghost

Cause I move at night, plus I'm the type to play a live nigga close

I'm the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme vocalist

I write dope, spit dust and shit cocoa bricks

This is what you dicks need to act-knowledge

Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat cabbage

Don't ask why we act violent

We just killas and thugs

Niggas wit mad talent, that still dabble in drugs

I only rap now to speak to the streets

They say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef

So we gonna feed 'em the beef

[Prospect]Fat Joe - Loyalty - http://ru.motolyrics.com/fat-joe/loyalty-lyrics.html

My nine milly blaze, and hit hard like Willy Mays

Since my kiddy days, grew up with thugs who were really crazed

Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth

150 proof, whoever, I'm talkin to you

They call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil

One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill

I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by, with your Iceberg team

You look when the light turns green

Your scared to death, don't make me have to air at ya chest

Or tear ya flesh, for actin like I carin whats left

Anyone can get it in a minute give it some time, I'm livin this rhyme

Let my nine get in your spine, sit and recline

Get so mad, forget and rewind

So I can see what I did again and just slide

To the next level, hop on the bike and just pedal

Bustin at your best rebel, who runnin to test medal

Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this game

For niggas kinda refain, I push 'em down in the train

Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz

Big, G Psycho and E, ya'll know what this is

[Remy Martin]

Yo, yo, It's the T, E, a R a, a R a, O, R Squad

So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Mar

With Armageddon and your nigga Joe The God

Tony Sunshine and motherfuckin Prospect

Straight out the projects

A forest, where they kill for mils and they blast the steel

But I'm from murda murda Castle Hill

I got a big ass burner, but I'll slash your grill

Yo don't got no status, don't want no static

They knew you was loco toto, and I don't no Spanish

All I know is how to cock back and aim for the cabbage

And keep on bustin 'til the bitch brain splatter

And the kids won't matter, when the crib's on fire

What you spit don't matter, cause this bitch on fire

And I won't stop rockin 'til I retire

Any bitch disagree is a god damn liar

[Outro - Fat Joe talking]

Yeah, uh infamous Terror Squad nigga

Loyalty, what does it mean to you

How many a ya'll niggas is loyal?

All these Benedict Arnold niggas

Switch sidin niggas, ya heard?

Nigga I throw this whole rap shit out the window in a sec, ya heard?

Joe Crack the Don Diggler

The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine nigga

We ride, who wanna test the record launcher, ya see 'em?

Uh, haha, feedin you, feedin you, feedin you

Make your move baby, c'mon

Step up baby

They're all gonna laugh at ya

[laughing], woo, BX

Fat Joe Loyalty