True Loyalty Lyrics - 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 

There ain't 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 nigga's kid) 

For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do 

I'm a thug, this my way I show, my love for you 

(Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash) 

For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass 

(For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight 

'Cause with a record like yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate) 

Nigga for you, I kill a whole goddamn crew 

(Why?) 

'Cause I know you'd 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? 

Would you ride for me? 

(You ain't 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 don't cry for me) 

(Just keep reppin' Southside for me) 

Nigga, you ride for me? 

(You ain't 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 don't cry for me) 

(Just keep reppin' Southside for me) 

Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack 

I'm the clip, you the gat 

I'm the glock, you the mac 

I'm the artist, you the trap 

I'm a pen, you the pad 

I'm the Dutch, you the bag 

I'm the knife, you the stab 

I'm the driver, you the Jag 

I'm the ice, you the bezel 

I'm grimy, you ghetto 

I'm the bow, you the arrow 

I'm the shell, you the barrel 

I'm a pimp, you a player 

I'm dope, you the hustler 

I'm a nine, quiet me down 

You the muffler 

Would you ride for me? 

(You ain't 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 don't cry for me) 

(Just keep reppin' Southside for me) 

Nigga, you ride for me? 

(You ain't 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 don't cry for me) 

(Just keep reppin' Southside for me) 

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 it's top notch 

And when it comes to dice, I'm 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, it's Show time at the Apollo 

Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen 

Well my flows like a ho that's sixteen 

I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas 

They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun bitches 

But I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my nigga 

If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger 

I got so many minks, and so many leathers 

The crib is surrounded by animal protesters 

I'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm young 

With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom 

Here the cops come, task force van 

Rock so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost man 

And while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man 

Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand 

You want sixteen bars, in song format 

Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat, wha 

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