Текст песни 2Pac f Big Syke, DJ Quik - Loyal to the Game (DJ Quik Remix)
2Pac f Big Syke, DJ Quik - Loyal to the Game (DJ Quik Remix) слова песни
[2Pac]Now I`ve got to ask, on a nigga`s ass, tell me will they blast me?I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask meNow, it`s gettin crazy after dark, these NARC`sbe like tryin to shut me down but I`m too smartNow picture me scared of the penitentiaryI`ve been movin these things since the days of elementaryNow tell me what you need when you see meI`m stackin G`s, buyin all the things on TV, believe meI got some killers on my payroll, and they knowWhen it`s time to handle business, nigga lay lowAlthough I`m young, I`m still comin upI`m gettin paid, pullin razors on niggaz when they runnin upThe first to pull a strap when there`s drama - busta you ain`t heard?I`ve been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mamaThere ain`t a cop that can stop meMy posse is cock D, and they don`t quit until they drop meI`m loyal to the game[Chorus]{"Prince of peace must hear our plea"}{"Told life you`d be back"} {"There you were"}{"Prince of peace must hear our plea"}{"Everybody look around"} {"There is no hope"}{"Prince of peace must hear our plea"}{"Brothers we better get hip"}[Big Syke]My mama say I`m crazy cause I`m all about the hoodI can`t get my shit together but I`m on leather and woodAnd the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the blockOff the curb and niggaz swerve, serve a smoker a rockAnd I`m hot like fish grease and nigga so is my CaddyAnd I`m steady catchin static, move the traffic to the alleyOut in Cali niggaz rally others all for the soilMix the work with bakin soda and get the water to boilOH NO can`t no busters hang, I hope you feel me mayneCause snitches bitches and they ain`t been loyal to the gameMy niggaz feel my pain, when sunshine turn to rainYou know these buster motherfuckers came to fuck the gameAnd it`s a shame I see the mark in they eyesWhen they yellin that he tellin get to me, no surprise, nigga[Chorus]{"And come off this trip"}[DJ Quik]Loyalty, undeservedly, never heard of meI, be the exception, the epitome of adaptionThe superficial surroundings, bullets fiends cockhounds andenemies in my family extortin schemin and scammin me (pop pop)I`m like loose rollin, I`m growin until the diesel hit meI`m badder than bruised, and madder havin to choose`tween happiness and the blues, and who be fillin my shoeswhen I done had it with crews, ecstatic to see me loseBut panic when I be smooth, I`m manic but I`m no foolY`all rappin I`m talkin cool, and Columbine is not coolIn Compton they shoot up schools too, ridin by to see who`s whoCock the shotty they cruise through, rock the body blood ooze throughTell his family that dude`s blue, no comin backfrom him scrappin when niggaz was packin and he wasn`t packin tooSo if you feel me you know when they try to kill me they slowI seen from `round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on `em[Chorus] - 5/6ths{"Thugs throw like wine down a nigga`s throat if this shit don`t STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!"}