True Loyalty Songtext

von G-Unit

[Intro]
50 cent
Uh, Yea, I Like the way this feel right here.
Yo, turn me up in the headphones a little bit. Yea.

50 Cent and (Lloyd Banks):
Yo 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 spary the whole strip
(For you I'll walk up close, and lay a nigga kin.)
For you there ain't a damn thing I won't do. I'm a thug,
This the way i show my love for you.
(Nigga, For you, 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 your's dog you aint stay upstate.)
Nigga, For you, I'll kill a whole god damn crew. Why?
Cause I knew 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]
50 cent and (Lloyd Banks)
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 don't cry for me.
Just kep reppin southside for me.)
Nigga, 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 dont cry for me.
Just keep reppin southside for me.)

50 Cent and (Lloyd Banks):
(Nigga, Im 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 the 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 grimey, you ghetto
I'm the bow, You the arrow,
I'm the shell, you the barrel,
I'm the pimp, you a playa,
I'm dope, you the hustler,
I'm the 9, quiet me down, you the muffler

[Chorus]

Tony Yayo:
You could catch me in public housing, with bundles of D,
Or in the Santa Monica mountains bundles up to ski,
Since time is money, I rhyme on the clock,
And walk through the strip with a 9 in the ox,
You see the ice, you know it's top notch,
And when it come to dice, I'm seeing shorty to the shot box,
Banks stop, guns pop, through your tanktop
And leave you wet up like a solar 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. what