Текст песни 50 Cent - True Loyalty, слова песни 50 Cent

Текст песни 50 Cent - True Loyalty

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[50 Cent]Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right hereyo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil` bityeah..[50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)]There ain`t shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love(Except loyalty and love, between thugs)For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip(For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga`s kin)For you, there ain`t a damn thing that I won`t doI`m a Thug, this my way I show, my love for you(Nigga for you, I get the coke, I`ma turn it into cash)For you, if we go broke, we gon` rob a nigga ass(For you, if we get knocked, I`ma have to take the weight`Cause with a record like yours dogg, you ain`t stayin` upstate)Nigga for you, I kill a whole God damn crew (Why?)`Cause I know you`d do the same thing too...hahaI ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemiesHow could you not love a Thug like me?[Chorus]Would you ride for me? (you ain`t even got to ask)Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me)Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don`t cry for me, just keep reppin` Southside for me)Nigga, you ride for me? (you ain`t even got to ask)Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me)Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don`t cry for me, just keep reppin` Southside for me)[50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)](Nigga, I`m the stem, you the crackI`m the clip, you the gatI`m the glock, you the macI`m the artist, you the trapI`m a pen, you the padI`m the Dutch, you the bagI`m the knife, you the stabI`m the driver, you the Jag)I`m the ice, you the bezelI`m grimy, you ghettoI`m the bow, you the arrowI`m the shell, you the barrelI`m a pimp, you a playerI`m dope, you the hustlerI`m a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler[Chorus][Tony Yayo]You can catch me in public housing, wit` bundles of DOr in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clockAnd walk through the strip with a nine in the oxYou seen the ice, you know it`s top notchAnd when it comes to dice, I`m seeing` shorty to the shot boxBanks stop, guns pop through your tank topAnd leave you wet up like a sonar range dropWhen I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrowWhen you grind, it`s Showtime at the ApolloDamn near every rapper gotta hide sixteenWell my flow`s like a ho that`s sixteenI ran through niggas, dismantled niggasThey mad `cause they see me in Cancun bitchesBut I`m ghetto, straight from the `hood my niggaIf there`s no toothbrush I`ma use my fingerI got so many minks, and so many leathersThe crib is surrounded by animal protestersI`m a grown man, still livin` like I`m youngWith the mind of an old man, full of wisdomHere the cops come, task force vanRock so much ice, I`m called Jack Frost manAnd while we sippin` on cris`, you sippin` backwash manYour team got heart, but your heart`s in my handYou want sixteen bars, in song formatOr sixteen cars on your mom`s doormat...wha

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