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点击复制Rue Loyalty_50 Cent Feat Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo - 50 Cent (50美分)
Uh yeah I like the way this feel right here
Yo turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit
Yeah
There ain't sh*t 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 n**ga's kin
For you there ain't a d**n thing that I won't do
I'm a thug this my way I show my love for you
N**ga for you I get the coke I'm turn it into cash
For you if we go broke we gon' rob a n**ga a**
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
N**ga for you I kill a whole god d**n crew
Why
'Cause I know you'd do the same thing too ha ha
I ride you ride for me my enemies your enemies
How could you not love a thug like me
Would you ride for me you ain't even got to ask
Would you die for me n**ga they blast you they blast me
Would you cry for me sh*t when I die I don't cry for me just
Keep reppin' south side for me
N**ga you ride for me you ain't even got to ask
Would you die for me n**ga they blast you they blast me
Would you cry for me sh*t when I die I don't cry for me just
Keep reppin' south side for me
N**ga 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 d**e you the hustler
I'm a nine quiet me down you the muffler
Would you ride for me you ain't even got to ask
Would you die for me n**ga they blast you they blast me
Would you cry for me sh*t when I die I don't cry for me just
Keep reppin' south side for me
Would you ride for me you ain't even got to ask
Would you die for me n**ga they blast you they blast me
Would you cry for me sh*t when I die I don't cry for me just
Keep reppin' south side for me
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
D**n near every rapper gotta hide sixteen
Well my flow's like a ho that's sixteen
I ran through n**gas dismantled n**gas
They mad' cause they see me in Cancun b**ches
But I'm ghetto straight from the' hood my n**ga
If there's no toothbrush I'm 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 whoa