Loyalty Amongst Thieves (L.A.T.) lyrics

[Hook: Drop Boy Dell]
Ain't too many real n*ggas outchea left
And fake n*ggas come a dime a dozen
In this cold world man you gotta watch yo step
Can't even trust my own cousin
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
No no
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
No no

[Verse 1: Taliban Bundy]
Its Taliban motherf*cka
These n*ggas can't keep it silent
They mad they won't play they position
I catch me a body in June and July
I make it back home and be straight before Christmas
I'm staright on these hoes, straight on these n*ggas that's hanging around me that stay in my business
I lay something down word get around
You going straight to first 48 on a n*gga
These n*ggas be fake, faker than a Rollie that's ticking
You crossing that road you know that you chicken
The last n*gga tried it you know what we did him
You can keep hatin' you know I'm that n*gga
Yo b*tch she young jockin' you know Ima hit her
[Verse: Drop Boy Dell]
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
No I ain't smoking cookies witcha man you n*ggas spoiled
You better get up off yo ass ain't got sh*t you can borrow
I done made calls too many times no sympathy no sorrow
I'm on my motherf*ckin' grind like its no tomorrow
I'm tryna pull up in that Phantom not no Monte Carlo
You know its money over b*tches that's just how its gone go
But on a real when sh*t get real you know call on yo hoe

[Hook]
Ain't too many real n*ggas outchea left
And fake n*ggas come a dime a dozen
In this cold world man you gotta watch yo step
Can't even trust my own cousin
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
No no
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
No no
[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
L.A.T n*gga
These pus*y ass n*gga ain't loyal, pus*y ass n*gga ain't trill
When sh*t hit the fan will these n*ggas mask up when thr sh*t get real? (I doubt it)
Young Money Records ima rep it ima shout it
n*gga playing wit it then he get leg shower
Da Da Da can't do nothing bout it
A lot of n*ggas talk tough but they really ain't bout it
I'll murk you something for my blood brother get the chair go straight to hell n*gga
Walk up in the Devil's face and give that b*tch two shells n*gga
Wayne know I'll die for him
Flow know I'll kill for him
T-Streets I love you n*gga if I die you in my will homie
That's trill talk, L.A.T my gang n*gga
Go and define the word loyal next to it I bet you will see all our names n*gga (L.A.T)
It's not about money, It's not about records
It's about royalties
This about family, friends
I am my brother's keeper
Loyalty n*gga

[Hook]
Ain't too many real n*ggas outchea left
And fake n*ggas come a dime a dozen
In this cold world man you gotta watch yo step
Can't even trust my own cousin
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
No no
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
These n*ggas ain't loyal
No no
[Verse 4: Flow]
These n*ggas ain't loyal
Now n*gga go trade in that vest for a dress
Do whatever for cheese I know you a rat
Gotta kill you forgot that you knew my connect
I know you got court
So ima just wait 'till I know that your dressed
And follow you to the highway then I shot you before you get time to confess
Man word on the street is the homie arrest
I think its a rumor don't know if its facts
But ion won't judge him I really won't trust him
Goin f*ck wit em 'till i find out if it stamped
Sippin' dirty sprite tryna clean my thoughts
East L.A. is where my weed was brought
You saying he a snitch you believe the nark
But n*gga I ain't goin believe no police report
Man my nerves getting bad now I need a gau
I drink red cough syrup cuz I wheeze and cough
If you come up in that water you goin drown my n*gga
What the f*ck you aspect when you tease a shark?
Boy I'm really in the streets better keep the fork
I go to war with yo clique n*gga me and y'all
Middle finger to the pigs I don't eat the pork
Got cutters for the beef you can keep the fork
Man these n*ggas not loyal not even the hoes
Cuz they'll f*ck yo homie just even the score
Could you hold a n*gga down if I had to go jouce?
Would you keep the phone on and make sure I got stoke?
I know a lot n*ggas thought that it was over for Flow
Yeah nail in the coffin and murder she wrote
Now I'm laughing to the bank and I'm tickled pink
You would've showed your true colors if I went up that road
Oh pus*y ass n*gga

[Hook + Flow interlude]
Like I said I'm home know pus*y
Yeah my year n*gga, well our year
Flame gang n*gga
Flame gang goon gang n*gga
Yeah n*gga I told you I feel like Bishop n*gga I got the juice
Run up on a n*gga like, "Riverside motherf*cka pow pow pow pow pow
Get fly and go fly n*ggas
Shout out to the eastside
Flame gang goon gang n*gga
Shout out my n*gga Bonka yeah
Free all my monsters
M.I.P all the real n*ggas ya heard me
Yeah from the eastside to the Fifth Ward
Yeah from New Orleans to Bompton n*gga
Yeah you know how it go down n*gga
Shout out my big brother Capito
My big brother Tunechi Li
My n*gga Fee Dawg ya heard me
Yeah n*gga got good money but its hood money yeah
f*ck around and put a bag over yo head b*tch ass n*gga
pus*y ass n*ggas ain't loyal and some n*ggas snitchin'
Do your research before you speak first b*tch ass n*gga
I told y'all

[Outro: Q + Bishop]
Bishop: ...too bad raheem had to die first huh?... its over, everything starts from now, we all go down unless we stay together, ain't no one man above the crew you know that sh*t
 
Q: bishop, do you hear your self? You, are, f*cking GONE… are you high? Like what in the hell is going on with you, you killed raheem man you don’t even care? sh*t man… your CRAZY man
 
Bishop: you know what? When you said that last time, I was kinda trippin right, but now… you right, I am crazy, but you know what else?... I, don’t, give a f*ck! I DON’T GIVE A f*ck ABOUT YOU, I DON’T GIVE A f*ck ABOUT STEEL AND I DON’T GIVE A f*ck ABOUT RAHEEM either! I don’t give a f*ck about myself, look I ain't sh*t, I ain't never gon be sh*t, and you less of a man then me so whenever I decide your not sh*t POW! You memba that PATNA