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True Loyalty

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Текст песни 50 Cent - True Loyalty

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ft. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

[50 Cent]
Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here
yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil` bit
yeah..

[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 do
I`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...haha
I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies
How 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 crack
I`m the clip, you the gat
I`m the glock, you the mac
I`m the artist, you the trap
I`m a pen, you the pad
I`m the Dutch, you the bag
I`m the knife, you the stab
I`m the driver, you the Jag)
I`m the ice, you the bezel
I`m grimy, you ghetto
I`m the bow, you the arrow
I`m the shell, you the barrel
I`m a pimp, you a player
I`m dope, you the hustler
I`m a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
You can catch me in public housing, wit` bundles of D
Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock
And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox
You seen the ice, you know it`s top notch
And when it comes to dice, I`m seeing` shorty to the shot box
Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top
And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop
When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow
When you grind, it`s Showtime at the Apollo
Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen
Well my flow`s like a ho that`s sixteen
I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas
They mad `cause they see me in Cancun bitches
But I`m ghetto, straight from the `hood my nigga
If there`s no toothbrush I`ma use my finger
I got so many minks, and so many leathers
The crib is surrounded by animal protesters
I`m a grown man, still livin` like I`m young
With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom
Here the cops come, task force van
Rock so much ice, I`m called Jack Frost man
And while we sippin` on cris`, you sippin` backwash man
Your team got heart, but your heart`s in my hand
You want sixteen bars, in song format
Or sixteen cars on your mom`s doormat...wha

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