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    "Loyalty And Betrayal" Lyrics

    E-40

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    You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'?
    (Aight) Let's go
    Uhh, a little more volume pimp yeah, okay
    Just tell me when yeah
    It's mobbin - this shit'sinister
    Straight sinister mob
    Rick Rock you did this? (Yeah!)

    I don't spit metaphors (metaphors) I spit L-R-P's
    On these dark murky bloody streets of Vallejo, where I get my cheese
    Never mind the trauma playa, you don't wanna be wearin a helmet
    I'm not divin back in the cocoa plant game Mr. Johnny Law I'm celibate
    Rebellion, slightly throwed off, but hella smart (smart)
    Got the mouthpiece of a pimp (and what?)
    And a perm like Reverand Sharp (Sharp)
    Now tell me if I'm wrong (wrong)
    If I open up my, own barbershop, and get me a small business loan
    Gotta lay it down for a minute (whatcha gon' do?)
    Do what you do
    If you in the jail, don't let the jail get in you
    And the C-H-P's think they slick, trick
    They got a new device out there for high-speedin called the spike strip
    See potnah dude right there (uh-huh) he talk more shit than my batch
    But he's a coward (coward) and plus a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch
    He's a wussy (wussy) if I didn't know better, seriously
    Pimpin, you'd think he got a pussy (got a pussy)

    Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
    Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
    Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
    Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal

    Oooh, he was listenin to my tape (to my tape)
    He was on his way home last night
    Out of bounds and they got him at the plate (at the plate)
    Soon as he put his foot on the porch, they to' his ass up
    (What he had comin?) He had it comin (oh boy)
    Now keep in mind (mind)
    This nigga done been shot (how many times?) Fo' or five times
    This nigga done been shot, three times befo' this time
    (For what?) For lyin, and havin numerous conversations with the law
    (For what?) For spyin and havin diarrhea of the jaw (of the jaw)
    I don't get along with undercover
    Like Republican and Democrat, we don't cut for each other
    I think it's hella wrong when us brothers
    Rat each other out, and roll on one another
    Oooh, dis rap is just like the coke game
    (Illegal dope, but it's cutthroat)
    Dis coke game is just like the rap game
    (With saditty, plastic ass folk)

    Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
    Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
    Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
    Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal

    Oooh, like a tittie I used to buy my gal the songs
    To send my breezy up in Albertson's
    Just to make grocery just to play it off
    Why (why?) Because I figure if I did it it'll be too obvious
    But whaddayou mean too obvious? Sheist
    Arm and Hammer baking soda in gumbo pots white napkin wipin
    Oh I see - that makes a lot of sense
    Pimpin you kinda smart huh? Ain't never had to hit a fence
    You got boys? (Boys?) Do I, strength
    What did you start off with? A sixteenth, a pinch
    You sittin fat (fat) I know that for a fact
    Don't let these glasses fool, see I just look like that
    Be the first one to pop a cap, first one to put one through ya
    Don't think just cause I rap, that I won't take it to ya
    I don't think you squares understand
    You ain't fuckin wit a boy (who you fuckin wit?)
    You fuckin wit a man

    Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
    Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
    Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
    Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal

    That's big spittin, oh boy, fo' sho'
    Motherfuckers ain't stickin to the script no mo'
    (Nah they ain't stickin to the script)
    You know that's why when you find a real cat
    (What you supposed to do?) Find a real tycoon on your team?
    (Uh-huh) You gon' cherish that pimpin-ass nigga mayn y'know?
    (Fo' sho') Cause they hard to come by mayn, just like a bitch mayn
    Just like bitches are hard to come by, the good ones?
    Niggaz is hard to come byreal niggaz y'know?
    That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some real shit, dig that
    Oh boy! Uhh
    (Not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin)
    (Yeah we fly straight around this motherfucker)
    (We pimps in this bitch, we stay spittin these L-R-P's, oh boy!)
    (Dig that, that's why we MOBB like this, dig this nigga, beotch)
    This song was submitted on December 26th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Earl T. Stevens, Ricardo Thomas.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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