Loyalty (feat. Obie Trice) - D12

Bitch I see you, 'cause you know I know you Yeah, I know you Last time I saw you You was brewed up, booed up, ready for a new fuck Last time you saw me I was P-I to the motherfucking M-P what? And lately I heard you's a broke bitch livin' in the lower class suburb And lately the word is I live in a suburb and I don't fuck with birds She used to pump on the block Sell a nigga rocks, bail a nigga out but! She tried to plot on a nigga, vacan't lot one shot bitch died go figure He used to pay this bitch, gave her lots of shit Fuck's wrong with this nigga man? He used to bring her through the hood Treat the bitch too fuckin' good, my opinion We used to blaze with the bitch, faded off the lick she x-rays the clip This nigga bought braids for the bitch Louis Vuitton kicks and tricked on some sucka shit Meanwhile, in the hood she drivin' around good This bitch thinks she's in Hollywood Meantime, she settin' the nigga up Telling us what his stuff she's ready to get him stuck what? Thick thighs but she full of surprises I swear this bitch is Shady (that's what I know) Sex on her mind all the time And you think that that's your baby (you don't know) You a good guy that's living a lie But she told 'em wear your safety (it's what I know) If you cool and she satisfied How come that bitch just paged me? (You don't know) We had to ride on a nigga Watch him! For the right time to get richer We decided when the hit was, run up on him, .45 in the ribs what This nigga screamed like a bitch Showed us what his shit hit her, hell of a lick but! The bitch, who told us 'bout the bricks exposed us to the nigga He knew that we'd come but! Meanwhile, in his hood, his niggaz is suiting up and Timbed, looted up Rims and new trucks your man 'livin' it up' Then a van with no hubs suddenly pulled up and erupt Shot a nigga the fuck-up Just my luck, the bitch got us both touched, it's like a rush The bitch who blushed and smoked blunts wit us Turned out to be nuts, switched up Mixed up wit the wrong slut Got my friend zipped up in the bag, it's all bad My niggaz got my back, in fact They caught on her Ave, flossin' in another nigga cab Thick thighs but she full of surprises I swear this bitch is Shady (that's what I know) Sex on her mind all the time And you think that that's your baby (you don't know) You a good guy that's living a lie But she told 'em wear your safety (it's what I know) If you cool and she satisfied How come that bitch just paged me? (You don't know)

Convict, yeah Shady, Shady Convict music Guess who's back Still we here, haters Akon and Obie, Trice Yeah Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna do? Take 'em all back to the street I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch 'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say, he lay it down for the boy Brought game squad around ours How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws Only foniness never came to par He had us, a true neighborhood actor Had his back with K's Now we see through him like X-Ray's Cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war Knowing not to cross those Reservoir dogs You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho' No X and Os, Tex Calicos Aim at your chest nigga I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch 'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's Recondences when we peep enemies on us Been on these corners, sellin' like anything on us Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up It's an eye for an eye for the riders We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors Po Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder Who woulda known he would fold and cower Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds So no X's and O's, Tex Calicos Aim at your chest nigga I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch 'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full So he move to a rural area to keep cool He snitchin' on a snitch now, there's nothin' to tell Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually No penitentiary, there will be no clemency You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century These cats is rats now, the streets need decon That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin' This act is not permitted, nowhere on the map It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden So it's no X's and O's, Tex Calicos Aim at your chest nigga I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch 'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah You rat bastard

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah Battle cry I've been shot by my critics Took the bout by the cynics Feel like my life's on display Like the museum exhibits Puts my life on the line Invested years in these rhymes (?) street's thirst and they need it Now hear my battle cry O-Trice, back, at it They don't wanna see him platinum They just wanna see him pratted They just wanna see him tec something (?) Get next to him So they can be the first to rat it Savage, put him in a cascet Categorize him, say Cheers was a classic That's it, as if He ain't bring the city to the masses Minus Mathers, but my name is astrous Like the (?) ain't shown them where the cash at (?) O has fucked(?), as you should Never mind a player hater, as long as you could Never change, gutter So you can downplay my name, O still the same Come on Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry Waiting with patience In the dark like a vagrant Determining this circus (?) want entertainment My wings have been clipped, but now I'm ready to fly In the heavens with angels While devils wished I died O-Trice, back, at it I ain't never came whack All I ever gave's crack All I ever gave's back Ain't a human being on this earth saying opposite that You can misconstrue what he do Cuz he cruise in an automobile (?) I know how to double-up Then double platinum No matter the circus stands, see I emerge from that Used to serve the bundles, now the verse intact Used to worship onions, now I service rap The certain cat's uncertain with that They'd rather see him service, dirtnap Like I deserve them curses Like I don't speak in cursive Like I ain't got a purpose Beast of the streets Dope stay on O-Trice's person Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry BME, Obie Trice, 2011, Bottoms Up You know Some days you the dog, some days you the hydrant Gotta keep moving

Oh-ho, here we go! Let's go! Here we go, here we go, here we go They say that one little lie turns into another Then you go and cheat, by the time you know it You all wrapped up in a whole bunch of seaweed You shoulda listened to your mama, and listened to your daddy When they try to speak And tell you that there's just too many fishes in the sea No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no Now this thing here, no cause concern, but It's just another story about a shark eating worms It's not a riddle, but subliminally catches on How one little lie can turn into a bigger one When I was a young guppy in the sea You could see all the bigger fish picking on me 'Cause they knew I didn't really have the guard or bullet And the other sharks that have teeth sharper than me I'm a never-ending story about a shark this big The load of kids that got an act for fizz So sit back, kick back with a bag of chips While I tell you 'bout something stupid I did They say that one little lie turns into another Then you go and cheat, by the time you know it You all wrapped up in a whole bunch of seaweed You shoulda listened to your mama, and listened to your daddy When they try to speak And tell you that there's just too many fishes in the sea I'm off to work but I'm late (hey), but what can I say? (hey) I'm cool with the boss, and of course it's a payday We reachin' the weekend and I'll be treatin' my baby Typical day, dude's in the way, but hey, wait! Shark's in the water, gotta duck in the corner 'Til I'm caught, I'ma talk and a walk where I wanna Eatin' the seaweed, sippin' this green tea Big fish in this small world, they all believe me For knocking a shark off, protecting my city They all grab my CD and now I'm a popular rock star Like it or not though, I'm a marvelous artist Working my hardest and becoming a starfish Now what am I to do? The boss is on my back I gotta follow his orders when sharks attack It's a dangerous scene, but I'm a Rasta man Cross me and my brother, it will cost ya, man And this little pipsqueak is gettin' on my nerves So my tentacles should give him just what he deserves So you better swim fast, 'cause I'm after ya And go and hide inside the mouth of a clam or somethin' 'Cause I'm out and about, I'm bad news, a henchman A jellyfish with a attitude, so listen Swim for your life, 'cause I'm on your tail I'm so frightenin', I scare a snail out of its shell They say that one little lie turns into another Then you go and cheat, by the time you know it You all wrapped up in a whole bunch of seaweed You shoulda listened to your mama, and listened to your daddy When they try to speak And tell you that there's just too many fishes in the sea Ha, I love this liquid, I'm silly when I'm in it and I bet (This water we're standing in is wet!) Duh, what do you expect from me? I'm a platinum Jack Dempsey, trying to get a fee And everybody know that I'm the G of the sea I just knocked this shark off, the dude tried to eat me I guess he didn't like me, it might be because I'm a Pisces They always try to take me lightly, so why the trouble? I just wanna hustle, and multiply bubbles, and pump my muscles I don't want to make a mistake, 'cause these fishermen will set you up And I ain't fallin' for the bait (Daddy, what are we gonna do with the fish when we catch him?) (We're gonna eat him, what do you think?) I'm a lionfish with dreams of making it big House in the ocean, three ugly kids And why everybody keep on picking on me? 'Cause I'm the sexiest, prettiest fish in the sea Heck no, I ain't nobody dish 'Cause I'm in love with Angie, the beautiful angelfish Give me a kiss, baby I'm running from the white shark, you tryin' to make me crazy They say that one little lie turns into another Then you go and cheat, by the time you know it You all wrapped up in a whole bunch of seaweed You shoulda listened to your mama, and listened to your daddy When they try to speak And tell you that there's just too many fishes in the sea No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no