Fat Joe, Armageddon, Prospectt, Remy Ma - Loyalty lyrics

Cool & Dre, uh terror Squad motherfuckers
They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha
They're all gonna laugh at ya
Yeah (YO) , uh (oh God) , haha
Haha (feedin you, feedin you)
Yo (feedin you, feedin you)

Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist
That means I own two joint
Ventures and two different labels
Niggas that pay me homage
Been in this game for nine seasons
That's nine reasons why I'm
Expired the rhyme beefin
Ya'll niggas is rappin ass backwards
I left twenty spots since
Beginnin this rap shit
All yo papi lo que pasa contigo
Mad cause I'm the only
Nigga reppin our people
When I came in this game
No one wanted the job
All of a sudden niggas actin
Like they wanna go hard
Spittin venom 'bout the Squad
Try and shittin the God
This ain't no "Scarface" shit
Blow up your kids in the car
And since you wanna act like
You livin a movie
I'll hit you with more shots than Bruce
Lee got in a "Fist of Fury"
Bitch niggas, nothin but snitch niggas
Today you on my dick
Tomorrow you on his nigga
Got deported from the Squad
Can't afford another car
Where's your house at? I heard
Your livin with your moms
(livin with your moms)
Blane nigga better stay in your place
Keep talkin, burst a flame in your face
Motherfucker

Yo, yo, with this comparison the Geddy is God
Cause even though you never seen me
I been put fear in your hearts
And I'm smooth like a Mulo it theme
Skip bullets of your Coogi beam
Before you knew you were seen
Yeah I'm nice and I don't care if you know
Cause all you really need to understand is
How hard I'm rulin with Joe
And the streets is no place for late bloomers
Just gangsta niggas
Snakes and bitches that meant
To spread rumors
Listen, I'm from the Bronx were
The gun shoot rabid front if you want
But don't think we don't shoot rapids
I'm what some might consider a ghost
Cause, I move at night
Plus I'm the type to play a live nigga close
I'm the ultimate, high consulted
Rhyme vocalist
I write dope, spit dust and shit cocoa bricks
This is what you dicks need to act-knowledge
Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat cabbage
Don't ask why we act violent
We just killas and thugs
Niggas wit mad talent
That still dabble in drugs
I only rap now to speak to the streets
They say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef
So we gonna feed 'em the beef

My nine milly blaze
And hit hard like Willy Mays
Since my kiddy days
Grew up with thugs who were really crazed
Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth
150 proof, whoever, I'm talkin to you
They call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil
One of the real
I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you
When your car breezin by
With your Iceberg team
You look when the light turns green
Your scared to death
Don't make me have to air at ya chest
Or tear ya flesh
For actin like I carin whats left
Anyone can get it in a
Minute give it some time
I'm livin this rhyme
Let my nine get in your spine
Sit and recline
Get so mad, forget and rewind
So I can see what I did again and just slide
To the next level
Hop on the bike and just pedal
Bustin at your best rebel
Who runnin to test medal let me get settled
Lay my mom down in this game
For niggas kinda refain
I push 'em down in the train
Bout it the same
My three cousins up in the Benz
Big, G Psycho and E, ya'll know what this is

Yo, yo, It's the T, E, a R a, a R a, O
R Squad
So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Mar
With Armageddon and your nigga Joe The God
Tony Sunshine and motherfuckin Prospect
Straight out the projects a forest
Where they kill for mils and
They blast the steel
But, I'm from murda murda Castle Hill
I got a big ass burner
But, I'll slash your grill
Yo don't got no status, don't want no static
They knew you was loco toto
And I don't no Spanish
All I know is how to cock
Back and aim for the cabbage
And keep on bustin 'til
The bitch brain splatter
And the kids won't matter
When the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter
Cause this bitch on fire
And I won't stop rockin 'til I retire
Any bitch disagree is a god damn liar

Yeah, uh infamous Terror Squad nigga
Loyalty, what does it mean to you
How many a ya'll niggas is loyal?
All these Benedict Arnold niggas
Switch sidin niggas, ya heard?
Nigga I throw this whole rap shit
Out the window in a sec, ya heard?
Joe Crack the Don Diggler
The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine nigga
We ride, who wanna test the record launcher
Ya see 'em?
Uh, haha, feedin you, feedin you, feedin you
Make your move baby, c'mon step up baby
They're all gonna laugh at ya