Представляем точный текст композиции "True Loyalty" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 50 Cent . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «True Loyalty» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 50 Cent передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
50 Cent - "True Loyalty"
Lyrics to True Loyalty : [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 aint 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 niggas kin) For you, there aint a damn thing that I wont do Im a Thug, this my way I show, my love for you (Nigga for you, I get the coke, Ima turn it into cash) For you, if we go broke, we gon rob a nigga ass (For you, if we get knocked, Ima have to take the weight Cause with a record like yours dogg, you aint stayin upstate) Nigga for you, I kill a whole God damn crew (Why') Cause I know youd 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 aint 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 dont cry for me, just keep reppin Southside for me) Nigga, you ride for me' (you aint 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 dont cry for me, just keep reppin Southside for me) [50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)] (Nigga, Im the stem, you the crack Im the clip, you the gat Im the glock, you the mac Im the artist, you the trap Im a pen, you the pad Im the Dutch, you the bag Im the knife, you the stab Im the driver, you the Jag) Im the ice, you the bezel Im grimy, you ghetto Im the bow, you the arrow Im the shell, you the barrel Im a pimp, you a player Im dope, you the hustler Im 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 its top notch And when it comes to dice, Im 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, its Showtime at the Apollo Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen Well my flows like a ho thats sixteen I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas They mad cause they see me in Cancun bitches But Im ghetto, straight from the hood my nigga If theres no toothbrush Ima use my finger I got so many minks, and so many leathers The crib is surrounded by animal protesters Im a grown man, still livin like Im young With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom Here the cops come, task force van Rock so much ice, Im called Jack Frost man And while we sippin on cris, you sippin backwash man Your team got heart, but your hearts in my hand You want sixteen bars, in song format Or sixteen cars on your moms doormat...wha [ True Loyalty Lyrics ]
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