Представляем точный текст композиции "Loyalty" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Fat Joe . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Loyalty» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Fat Joe передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Fat Joe - "Loyalty"
Lyrics to Loyalty : (feat. Armageddon, Prospect & Remy Martin) [Intro - Fat Joe talking] Cool & Dre, uh Terror Squad motherfuckers Theyre all gonna laugh at ya, haha Theyre 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 Thats nine reasons why Im expired the rhyme beefin Yall niggas is rappin ass backwards I left twenty spots since beginnin this rap shit All yo papi lo que pasa contigo Mad cause Im 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 aint no "Scarface" shit, blow up your kids in the car And since you wanna act like you livin a movie Ill 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, cant afford another car Wheres 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 Im smooth like a Mulo it theme Skip bullets of your Coogi beam Before you knew you were seen Yeah Im nice and I dont care if you know Cause all you really need to understand is how hard Im rulin with Joe And the streets is no place for late bloomers Just gangsta niggas, snakes and bitches that meant to spread rumors Listen, Im from the Bronx were the gun shoot rabid Front if you want, but dont think we dont shoot rapids Im what some might consider a ghost Cause I move at night, plus Im the type to play a live nigga close Im 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 Dont 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 Aint no silly games, right here be the truth 150 proof, whoever, Im talkin to you They call me Prospect, Im one in a mil One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill Im 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, dont 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, Im 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, yall know what this is [Remy Martin] Yo, yo, Its 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 Im from murda murda Castle Hill I got a big ass burner, but Ill slash your grill Yo dont got no status, dont want no static They knew you was loco toto, and I dont 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 wont matter, when the cribs on fire What you spit dont matter, cause this bitch on fire And I wont 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 yall 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, cmon Step up baby Theyre all gonna laugh at ya (*laughing*), woo, BX [ Loyalty Lyrics ]
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