Loyal To The Game ft. Treach & Riddler Lyrics

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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 things since the days of elementary

Now tell me what you need when you see me

I'm stackin' Gs, buyin' all the things on TV, believe me

I got some killas 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 been slicin' motherfuckers since I lost my mama

There ain't a cop that can stop me

My posse is cock-D and they don't quit until they drop me, I'm loyal to the game

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Without no doubt, I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back out, so I jumps in it

Try to stop her and watch her, slap you cock-eye like Popeye, fuck spinach (Hahaha)

Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know or ever knew

Was born with seven flows and only Heaven knew

For Pete and boots' sakes, the news break, then you shakes, 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 brotha, and here's another

Smack your mother's mamma's mother and the first mom of all those other crack lovers

Back was bitch-ass, trick-ass, cluck-clow, cluck-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, mine has been hangin' possies 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

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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 or him

Or 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 stress, through the hell,

through the 1-8-7

The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga, the deeper they dig the ditch, uh

The Naughty, the Treach, then through to the Pac, I brings the Glock, I wets up

You fuckin' body, I'm like, "Oh my Gotti

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 doin' my rap, but I dies for my 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

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