Loyal To The Game

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Now I've got task on a nigga's ass, tell me, will they blast me? I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me Now it's gettin' crazy after dark These narcs be like tryna shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penitentiary I've been movin' these thangs since the days of elementary Now tell me what you need when you see me I'm stackin' G's, buyin' all the things on TV, believe me I got some killers on my payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low Although I'm young, I'm still comin' up I'm gettin' paid, pullin' razors on niggas when they runnin' up The first to pull a strap when there's drama Busta, you ain't heard? I've been slicin' motherfuckers since I lost my momma There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cocky and they don't quit until they drop me I'm loyal to the game Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Without no doubt, I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back out So I jumps in, they try to stop-a and watch-a Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye, fuck spinach Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew Was born with seven flows and only Heaven knew Repeat the boot s*x, the news break, the used checks, uh Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a toothache Yoo-hoo to you crew and, uh, you too so you knew I'm from Jersey and all my team's on your block more than you do Who's the new crew? Show me your neck, brother, and here's another Smack your mother's mamma's mother The first mom of all those other crack lovers Backwards bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow How ya like me then? How ya like me? Hey-ho, how ya like me now? Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow, bow, don't run up on it The same thing minus green, hangin' posses like an exponent Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it It makes no sense to smell like shit If old ass George could be washing tons Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Now I be loyal to my niggas on the block, just buckin' the shots And packin' the Glocks, and dodgin' the cops, and takin' over niggas' spots Poppin' after poppin', the fools be droppin', the hoes be hoppin' On my thing 'cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim You lookin' grim, is it me or him? But him'll be with me, we be together, so what's up? We can do whatever 'Cause real niggas stick together 'til they make it up to Heaven Through the streets, through the hell, through the 1-8-7 The shorter the nigga, the bigger the trigger The deeper they dig the ditch-a The Naughty to Treach, the 2 to the Pac I brings the Glock, I wets up your fuckin' body I'm like, "Oh my God-y, did I really shoot him?" Yo, I shot him, so I got him, now I puts the crime behind me And finds me, a place to lays my head low I lives doing my rap, but I dies for me hood, bro So all you fuckin' fools best to recognize and know my fuckin' name I be Riddler to my niggas and I'm loyal to the game Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah --- Loyal to the Game - 2Pac, Treach and Riddler