Loyal To The Game (Explicit) - 2Pac (图派克)/Treach/Riddler

Composed by：Tupac Shakur/Riddler/Reginald Heard

Now I've got task on a n***a's a*s

Tell me will they blast me

I think of an alias in case

These crooked b***hes ask me now

It's gettin' crazy after dark

These narcs be like tryin' to

Shut me down but I'm too smart

Now picture me scared of the penetentiary

I've been movin' these things

Since the days of elementary

Now tell me what ya need when ya see me

I'm stackin' G's buyin' all the things on TV believe me

I got some killas on my payroll and they know

When it's time to handle business n***a lay low

Although I'm young I'm still comin' up

I'm gettin' paid pullin' razors on n***as when they runnin' up

The first to pull the strap when there's drama

Buster you ain't heard

I been slicin' motherf**kers since I lost my mama

There ain't a cop that can stop me

My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me

I'm loyal to the game

Without no doubt I ain't no slouch and it

Ain't time to back out so I jumps in it

Try to stop her and watch her slap you cock eye like

Popeye f**k spinach

Hahaha

Forgotten more s**t than most crews ever know or ever knew

Was born with seven flows and only

Heaven knew

For Pete and boots' sakes the news break then you shakes uh

Worse they heard we got more nerve than a toothache

Yoo hoo to you crew and uh you too so you knew

I'm from Jersey and all my team's on your

Block more than you do

Who's the new crew

Show me your neck

Brotha and here's another

Smack your mother's mamma's mother

And the first mom of all those other crack lovers

Back was b***h a*s trick a*s cluck

Clow cluck clow

How ya like me then how ya like me

Hey ho how ya like me now

Ow pow hurt don't it

Bow bow don't run up on it

The same thing mine has been hangin' possies like an exponent

Oh yes rock in slums ya gots to run it

It makes no sense to smell like

S**t if old a*s George could be washing tons

Now I be loyal to my n***as on

The block just buckin' the shots and packin' the Glocks

And dodgin' the cops and takin'

Over n***as spots

Poppin' after poppin' the fools be

Droppin' the hoes be hoppin'

On my thing 'cause it hangs like

The nets from above the Rim

You lookin' grim is it me or him or him

Or be with me we be together so

What's up we can do whatever

'Cause real n***as stick together

'Til they make it up to heaven

Through the stress through the hell through the 1 8 7

The shorter the n***a the bigga the

Trigga the deeper they dig the ditch uh

The naughty the treach then through to

The pac I brings the glock I wets up

You f**kin' body I'm like

Oh my gotti

Did I really shoot him yo I shot him so

I got him now I puts the crime behind me

And finds me a place to lays my head low

I lives doin' my rap but I dies for my hood bro

So all you f**kin' fools best to recognize

And know my f**kin' name

I be riddler to my n***as and I'm loyal to the game