50 Cent Lyrics
"True
Loyalty"
(feat. 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 kid)
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 track
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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