Ts Piece Lyrics - Loyalty - Fat Joe

Yeah, uh 

You know what this is 

The fat gangsta 

Maybe it's the TS chain 

(I got 'em right) 

Maybe it's that Escalade 

(Come get 'em right) 

Maybe it's the way I do 

(Keep mammies like) 

Joe, I wanna fuck wit you 

(Keep sayin' that) 

I don't know what it is 

All I know it that this chick 

Is gon' leave wit me, gon' creep wit me 

Gon' freak wit me, gon' leave wit me 

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I know it seems every song, is about like the same old thing 

But when you rich, ain't nothin' to do but fuckin' hang 

Eat good, spend money, count chunks of change 

Keep mah ladies lookin' good, when they touch the Range 

Never fuck wit a bitch, if she can't be trained 

Never leave wit a chick, if she don't give brain 

We could leave on trip, I got a private plane 

I don't fly but we could park it up and blaze 

Joe's the God and I know you need somethin' to praise 

Just have a lil' faith, and you could be saved 

Uh, it's not mah fault if they love the kid 

It might be the chain or the whip, I don't know what it is 

Maybe it's the TS chain 

(I got 'em right) 

Maybe it's that Escalade 

(Come get 'em right) 

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Maybe it's the way I do 

(Keep mammies like) 

Joe I wanna fuck wit you 

(Keep sayin' that) 

I don't know what it is 

All I know it that this chick 

Is gon' leave wit me, gon' creep wit me 

Gon' freak wit me, gon' leave wit me 

Um, I don't mean no harm 

But their ain't a chick sicka then Remy Ma 

And all the hot boys wanna fuck wit Rem 

And I don't turn 'em away, I'm like, I'm the bomb now 

Where's your girl, don't matter to me 

I'm way out of her league, she can't keep up to mah speed 

She's weak, she don't need to smoke weed 

And wherever she's at is where she should be 

Now, where's your wife, I don't care 

I'll be at the crib, when she ain't there 

Baby do mah nails and lace mah hair 

Take me out on trips and pay the fare, maybe 

Maybe it's the TS chain 

(I got 'em right) 

Maybe it's that Escalade 

(Come get 'em right) 

Maybe it's the way I do 

(Keep mammies like) 

Joe I wanna fuck wit you 

(Keep sayin' that) 

I don't know what it is 

All I know it that this chick 

Is gon' leave wit me, gon' creep wit me 

Gon' freak wit me, gon' leave wit me 

Damn, look at all the rocks he got 

Ferrari drop 360, hard to top 

The party's hot, all white linen affair 

I'm doin' the suit thang, white Nike Airs 

I'm in the middle of the crowd, like the Don is here 

Shorty whistlin' in mah ear, told me what she wanna hear 

She said, "We thuggin', smokin' on somethin' 

Down to leave wit y'all, as long as y'all fuckin'" 

Woo, that's how you do that there 

See me wit mah boys, bring ya crew back here 

We ridin', she drivin' 

On our way to the crib, long fish arrivin' 

Maybe it's the TS chain 

(I got 'em right) 

Maybe it's that Escalade 

(Come get 'em right) 

Maybe it's the way I do 

(Keep mammies like) 

Joe I wanna fuck wit you 

(Keep sayin' that) 

I don't know what it is 

All I know it that this chick 

Gon' leave wit me, gon' creep wit me 

Gon' freak wit me, gon' leave wit me 

Gon' leave wit me, gon' creep wit me 

Gon' freak wit me, gon' leave wit me 

Maybe it's the TS chain 

(I got 'em right) 

Maybe it's that Escalade 

(Come get 'em right) 

Maybe it's the way I do 

(Keep mammies like) 

Joe I wanna fuck wit you 

(Keep sayin' that) 

I don't know what it is 

All I know it that this chick 

Is gon' leave wit me, gon' creep wit me 

Gon' freak wit me, gon' leave wit me