2Pac - Loyal To The Game (DJ Quik Remix) LYRICS

[2Pac]

Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me?

I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me

Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these NARC's

be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart

Now picture me scared of the penitentiary

I've been movin these things since the days of elementary

Now tell me what you need when you see me

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

I got some killers on my payroll, and they know

When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low

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

I'm gettin paid, pullin razors on niggaz when they runnin up

The first to pull a strap when there's drama - busta you ain't heard?

I've been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama

There ain't a cop that can stop me

My posse is cock D, and they don't quit until they drop me

I'm loyal to the game



[Chorus]

{"Prince of peace must hear our plea"}

{"Told life you'd be back"} {"There you were"}

{"Prince of peace must hear our plea"}

{"Everybody look around"} {"There is no hope"}

{"Prince of peace must hear our plea"}

{"Brothers we better get hip"}



[Big Syke]

My mama say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood

I can't get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood

And the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the block

Off the curb and niggaz swerve, serve a smoker a rock

And I'm hot like fish grease and nigga so is my Caddy

And I'm steady catchin static, move the traffic to the alley

Out in Cali niggaz rally others all for the soil

Mix the work with bakin soda and get the water to boil

OH NO can't no busters hang, I hope you feel me mayne

Cause snitches bitches and they ain't been loyal to the game

My niggaz feel my pain, when sunshine turn to rain

You know these buster motherfuckers came to fuck the game

And it's a shame I see the mark in they eyes

When they yellin that he tellin get to me, no surprise, nigga



[Chorus]



{"And come off this trip"}



[DJ Quik]

Loyalty, undeservedly, never heard of me

I, be the exception, the epitome of adaption

The superficial surroundings, bullets fiends cockhounds and

enemies in my family extortin schemin and scammin me (pop pop)

I'm like loose rollin, I'm growin until the diesel hit me

I'm badder than bruised, and madder havin to choose

'tween happiness and the blues, and who be fillin my shoes

when I done had it with crews, ecstatic to see me lose

But panic when I be smooth, I'm manic but I'm no fool

Y'all rappin I'm talkin cool, and Columbine is not cool

In Compton they shoot up schools too, ridin by to see who's who

Cock the shotty they cruise through, rock the body blood ooze through

Tell his family that dude's blue, no comin back

from him scrappin when niggaz was packin and he wasn't packin too

So if you feel me you know when they try to kill me they slow

I seen from 'round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on 'em



[Chorus] - 5/6ths



{"Thugs throw like wine down a nigga's throat

if this shit don't STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!"}