Loyalty

Armageddon, Fat Joe, Remy, Prospect Park, ArmageddonBuy this song

[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 what's 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 are a, a are a, O, are 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

Written by: RYAN M WOOD

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