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    "Loyalty" Lyrics

    Fat Joe

    track 12
    Loyalty [2002]
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    Cool an' Dre, uh
    Terror Squad, motherfuckers
    They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha
    They're all gonna laugh at ya

    Yeah, uh, haha
    (Yo, oh, God)
    (Feedin' you, feedin' you)
    (Feedin' you, feedin' you)

    Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist
    That means I own two joint ventures an' 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'
    Y'all 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 an' shittin' the God
    This ain't no 'Scarface' shit, blow up your kids in the car
    An' 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 you're livin' with your moms
    (Livin' with your moms)
    Blane nigga, better stay in your place
    Keep talkin', burst a flame in your face, motherfucker

    Yo, yo, with this comparison, the Geddy is God
    'Cause even though you never seen me
    I been put fear in your hearts
    An' I'm smooth like a Mulo, it theme
    Skip bullets of your Coogi beam before you knew you were seen

    Yeah, I'm nice an' I don't care if you know
    'Cause all you really need to understand is
    How hard I'm rulin' with Joe
    An' the streets is no place for late bloomers
    Just gangsta niggas, snakes an' 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 an' 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 an' 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

    My nine milly blaze an' 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

    You're 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 an' recline

    Get so mad, forget an' rewind
    So I can see what I did again an' just slide
    To the next level, hop on the bike an' 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 refrain, I push 'em down in the train
    'Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz
    Big, G Psycho an' E, y'all know what this is

    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 an' your nigga Joe, the God
    Tony Sunshine an' motherfuckin' Prospect
    Straight out the projects

    A forest, where they kill for mil's an' 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 an' I don't no Spanish

    All I know is how to cock back an' aim for the cabbage
    An' keep on bustin' 'til the bitch brain splatter
    Aan' the kids won't matter when the crib's on fire
    What you spit don't matter 'cause this bitch on fire
    An' I won't stop rockin' 'til I retire
    Any bitch disagree is a goddamn liar

    Yeah, uh, infamous Terror Squad, nigga
    Loyalty, what does it mean to you
    How many a y'all 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
    Woo, BX
    This song was submitted on September 11th, 2009 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Ryan M Wood.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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