Loyalty lyrics

Artist  : Fat Joe 
Song : Loyalty



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[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