Текст песни True Loyalty - 50 Cent 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'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
1 Till I Collapse
2 Dead Men Can't Talk
3 True Loyalty
4 Gunit Anthem
5 8 More Mile (G-Unit remix)
6 Extasy
7 Bad News
8 Realest Niggaz
9 Dem Nuh Ready
10 Da Hood
11 Realest Killers
12 Hail Mary
13 Bump Heads
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