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2Pac f Treach, Riddler

Loyal to the Game

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[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 narcsbe 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 killas 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 raises on niggas when they runnin upThe first to pull a strap when there`s dramaBusta, you ain`t heard?I`ve been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my mommaThere ain`t a cop that can stop meMy posse is cocked, G, and they don`t quit until they drop meI`m loyal to the game *Chorus*[Treach]Without no doubt I ain`t no slouch and it ain`t time to back downSo I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-aSlap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinachForgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knewWas born with 7 flows and only heaven knewFor beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakesWorse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fakeYoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knewI`m from Jersey and I`m a teen so your block more than you doWhose the new crew?Show me your neck brotha, and here`s anotherSmack your mother`s mamma`s motherIn the first mob of all those other crack loversBack was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clowHow ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now?Ow, pow, hurt, don`t it? Bow, bow, don`t run up on itThe same thing minus "P" hangin possies like an exponentOh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run itIt makes no sense to smell like shitIf old ass George could be Washing-tons *Chorus*[Riddler]Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shotsAnd packin the glocksand dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spotsPoppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppinOn my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the RimYou lookin grim, is it me or him or himOr be with me, we be togetherSo what`s up? We can do whateverCause real niggas stick together Till they make it up to heavenThrough the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7The shorter the nigga, the bigga the triggaThe deeper they dig the ditch-aThe Naughty the Treachthen through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets upYou fuckin body, I’m like, Oh my GodyDid I really shoot him? Yo I shot himSo got him, now I puts the crime behind meAnd finds me, a place to lays my head lowI lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood rowSo all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin nameI be Riddler to my niggas and I’m loyal to the game[Chorus]

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