Twista - Loyalty Lyrics
[toxic]Saw a little mother*****er and yall was ready to bendLeft the mob for something petty but then fetti got thinNow you back where you begin while Im livin on tenGot inns sittin in a benz wit rims sippin on henWit stokes, twist, and mayze while you broke ***** Im paidShould of stayed but betrayed look at the cheddar you could have madeYou started with the mob thought you was harder than the mobBut aint no one mother*****er larger than this mobSwear to god, for yall c-wall aint got loveNo only one thats gonna be on you side is this hot slugFor the dead and locked Im throwin my mob up***** and bust to all yall *****es die for crossin us[liffy stokes]I smell some ***** niggas amongst us, now they goneAnd when you see me on the streets be strapped cause Im at you domeAnd thats wit or without a mask on, cause ima blast on sightEven if its in traffic in broad daylightThe only way you live if it dont spray rightBut you out your death wish so if I miss youll be facin barrels by midknightAnd thats on these four fingers I hold highAnybody who crosses my mobsta family they dieI hollered at my boy james to bless me wit some mo thangsA mobstaz hard to kill like stopping off of cocaineIm leavin out sweated no dynasty clicks crushin *****es wit thisNigga your songs aint shit, they cant even fade our skits eat a dick[chorus]Nigga cross the mob so whats upIn every destination retaliation gotta ***** em upNigga cross the mob so whats upIn every destination retaliation gotta get em upShit are yall about ready to die for this fetti ***** everyting thats pettyDown to do dirt lets put in workStay together whether we rappin of slangin ye togetherGet the paper but dont cross the mob and get hurt loyaltys first[traxster]When everything was all good yall niggas threw the wall upBut when the shit hit the fan I watch you *****es ball upNow you time is all up, ***** who you call upMy niggas all bust, my killas all nutsWhat the ***** you call us, what you say about c-wallPlaya hatin how we ball, nigga well be to see yallAnd you mob gonna end up the same homie, put this pain on youNo love my slugs got them thugs name on emIf he wit his kids Im blow his brains on em, put the chains on emGo insane on em, guess he done wit that work range on emRain over, so nigga respect my mob like royaltytill Im dead yall hoes dred my love, life, and loyalty[twista]When you come strapped in a circleNo Im finna hurt youCause the mob put me peeped all of your loopholesCause the trigger work youBust all of you *****es and all of you hoesWhen the bruh comeThugs betta run shit look at what thugs wantSee what drugs doneWhen held the gun got you runnin from a loved oneThought you was down to die but you been found to lieSo ***** you cant trust you, gotta bust youCrush you now you cant lick hits and hustleTry to flex your muscleBut my criteria gotta over comes yo strategiesTry to make a mob out of peasI can ride on you wit money-t and an amount of cheesePlus I had a lot of bud in emI get mad at the budgin emWhippin out the stud in emBut I aint even studyingIf again and its on I just put a slug in himDuggin him dead and headin hoes off at the passOpen up a can of kick assToy wit me loyalty die quick blast[maze]I roll wit straight mobsta leanersThat always carry beamersAnd exercising trigger fingers on niggas who come between usShockin the world wit young slingersAnd we cant be defeated, even if you triple team usCause this game got my mod deranged if you in painKamokaze like my nigga lo if we loose to you manSo ready to aim cause it aint shit to explainShots to exchange plenty of paper in the gameTo help us remain on top of the world until we go bangDoin our thang while yall niggas just hate and complain in vainBut itws still gonna be the same we gonna mob foreverAnd out shine all you ***** ass niggas together[chorus](as lib by liffy stokes)
