Loyalty (feat. Armageddon, Prospect & Remy)

歌詞

(feat. Armageddon, Prospect & Remy) [Intro - Fat Joe talking] Cool & Dre, uh Terror Squad motherfuckers They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha They're all gonna laugh at ya Yeah, (YO), uh, (oh God), haha Haha (feedin you, feedin you) Yo (feedin you, feedin you) [Fat Joe] Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist That means I own two joint ventures and two different labels, niggas that pay me homage Been in this game for nine seasons That's nine reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin Ya'll niggas is rappin ass backwards I left twenty spots since beginnin this rap shit All yo papi lo que pasa contigo Mad cause I'm the only nigga reppin our people When I came in this game, no one wanted the job All of a sudden niggas actin like they wanna go hard Spittin venom 'bout the Squad, try and shittin the God This ain't no "Scarface" shit, blow up your kids in the car And since you wanna act like you livin a movie I'll hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got in a "Fist of Fury" Bitch niggas, nothin but snitch niggas Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his nigga Got deported from the Squad, can't afford another car Where's your house at? I heard your livin with your moms (livin with your moms) Blane nigga better stay in your place Keep talkin, burst a flame in your face, motherfucker [Armageddon] Yo, yo, with this comparison the Geddy is God Cause even though you never seen me, I been put fear in your hearts And I'm smooth like a Mulo it theme Skip bullets of your Coogi beam Before you knew you were seen Yeah I'm nice and I don't care if you know Cause all you really need to understand is how hard I'm rulin with Joe And the streets is no place for late bloomers Just gangsta niggas, snakes and bitches that meant to spread rumors Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot rabid Front if you want, but don't think we don't shoot rapids I'm what some might consider a ghost Cause I move at night, plus I'm the type to play a live nigga close I'm the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme vocalist I write dope, spit dust and shit cocoa bricks This is what you dicks need to act-knowledge Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat cabbage Don't ask why we act violent We just killas and thugs Niggas wit mad talent, that still dabble in drugs I only rap now to speak to the streets They say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef So we gonna feed 'em the beef [Prospect] My nine milly blaze, and hit hard like Willy Mays Since my kiddy days, grew up with thugs who were really crazed Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth 150 proof, whoever, I'm talkin to you They call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by, with your Iceberg team You look when the light turns green Your scared to death, don't make me have to air at ya chest Or tear ya flesh, for actin like I carin whats left Anyone can get it in a minute give it some time, I'm livin this rhyme Let my nine get in your spine, sit and recline Get so mad, forget and rewind So I can see what I did again and just slide To the next level, hop on the bike and just pedal Bustin at your best rebel, who runnin to test medal Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this game For niggas kinda refain, I push 'em down in the train Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz Big, G Psycho and E, ya'll know what this is [Remy Martin] Yo, yo, It's the T, E, a R a, a R a, O, R Squad So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Mar With Armageddon and your nigga Joe The God Tony Sunshine and motherfuckin Prospect Straight out the projects A forest, where they kill for mils and they blast the steel But I'm from murda murda Castle Hill I got a big ass burner, but I'll slash your grill Yo don't got no status, don't want no static They knew you was loco toto, and I don't no Spanish All I know is how to cock back and aim for the cabbage And keep on bustin 'til the bitch brain splatter And the kids won't matter, when the crib's on fire What you spit don't matter, cause this bitch on fire And I won't stop rockin 'til I retire Any bitch disagree is a god damn liar [Outro - Fat Joe talking] Yeah, uh infamous Terror Squad nigga Loyalty, what does it mean to you How many a ya'll niggas is loyal? All these Benedict Arnold niggas Switch sidin niggas, ya heard? Nigga I throw this whole rap shit out the window in a sec, ya heard? Joe Crack the Don Diggler The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine nigga We ride, who wanna test the record launcher, ya see 'em? Uh, haha, feedin you, feedin you, feedin you Make your move baby, c'mon Step up baby They're all gonna laugh at ya (*laughing*), woo, BX