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lil dre - street loyalty lyrics

[verse 1: lil’ dre]
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
ayy, spin that block, don’t leave no witness, we ain’t playin’ fair
hollows in the clip, hit his top, left that n+gga there
caught him lackin’, talkin’ tough, now he outta air
dracs and .40s, make his gang do the fin’ stare
runnin’ up them bodies, we ain’t arguin’, just let it blow
f+ck the opps, they talk too much, but they ain’t up the scope
say he drillin’, that boy cappin’, he ain’t in the field
how you claim you slide, but your homie got his melon peeled?
caught his ass lackin’ late night, had to send a shot
hollows in his body, paramedics yellin’, “call the doc”
heard his mama cryin’, f+ck that b+tch, we ain’t showin’ love
he was dissin’ on my gang, sent his ass abovе
street loyalty, we stand on business, ain’t no switchin’ sides
oncе you cross that line, ain’t no talkin’, b+tch, it’s do or die
f+ck a case, f+ck a judge, b+tch, i’m really livin’ raw
tell the opps to drop the addy, we gon’ get ‘em gone
glizzy pop, body drop, we don’t talk to cops
we ain’t throwin’ fists, we send shots, make his body lock
he was talkin’ tough, now he quiet in a fin’ box
tell his homies, “come and slide,” all them n+ggas not
spin again, spin again, we ain’t leavin’ clues
masked up, fully auto, they ain’t got a clue
he was woofin’ on the net, caught him at the store
30 clip gon’ do the talkin’, left him on the floor
b+tch, i’m ruthless, i ain’t friendly, i ain’t squashin’ beef
catch his homie lackin’ too, put his ass to sleep
i don’t talk, i let this fin’ glock have a conversation
bullets tap his f+ckin’ head, now he need salvation
i ain’t hidin’, b+tch, i’m slidin’ where you n+ggas be
ain’t no passes, ain’t no love, ain’t no sympathy
street loyalty, i die for this, put that on the gang
cross that line, your momma cryin’, screamin’ out your name
hop up out the v, masked up, b+tch, it’s doa
ain’t no talkin’, ain’t no warnin’, we just let it spray
left his brains all on the curb, f+ck a open casket
told my youngins, “spin again,” make sure that boy ain’t lastin’
tryna talk it out? b+tch, ain’t no fin’ peace
once it’s war, then it’s war, we ain’t squashin’ beef
hollow tips, red beam, put ’em on a tee
and if the feds get involved, they ain’t seein’ me
hunnid rounds, chopper sound, b+tch, we clear the scene
got his body in a bag, left him on the screen
they was talkin’ crazy, now they cryin’, screamin’ “why?”
should’ve known we do this drillin’, ain’t no switchin’ sides
street loyalty, my gang solid, ain’t no turnin’ snake
if he snitchin’, get the drop, shoot him in his face
ain’t no love, ain’t no passes, ain’t no f+ckin’ breaks
once it’s up, then it’s stuck, send him to the gates
[verse 2: lil’ vonta]
(ayy, ayy, ayy, let’s go)
every day i watch my youngin’ slide, bring out that yellow tape
hollows rippin’ through his chest, left that boy a featherweight
every night, my k!llers lurkin’ ’round before the sunrise
red dot on his head, got him duckin’ like he gun+shy
all my opps be switchin’ cl!cks, them n+ggas act like hoes
how the f+ck he claim he drillin’, but he never up the score?
told my shorty, “load that fully, let’s go leave ’em on the floor”
f+ck his gang, f+ck his mama, f+ck his b+tch, we want some more
b+tch, i’m rockin’ prada boots, look like i stepped outta h+ll
told the plug to send them packs, we get ’em gone, no paper trail
lil’ spazz just got a new chopper, sh+t look like it tip the scales
put that .40 to his head, made him talk, he show and tell
ayy, keep a switchy on me, ain’t no lackin’ where i’m from
every time we catch an opp, we make sure he don’t make it home
how you claim you out here spinnin’? b+tch, we slidin’ every day
shot his whip up fifty times, left his brains all on the brakes
real steppas, we ain’t hidin’, bring that smoke to where he lay
n+ggas cappin’ like they drillin’, they ain’t drop n0body’s name
caught his mans, fed him up, hit his top, ain’t no survive
told his homie, “come and get him,” but they scared to come outside
b+tch, my wrist all full of ice, but my heart cold as a b+tch
told my n+ggas, “keep on k!llin’, we ain’t stoppin’ till we rich”
b+tch, i came up in them trenches where they murk you for a l!ck
put a bounty on his head, got ‘em whacked for just a zip
i ain’t into squashin’ beef, f+ck that sh+t, it’s on forever
tried to run, but them bullets sent him dancin’ like he usher
we ain’t playin’ fair, we shootin’ n+ggas’ aunties and their brothers
caught his cousin at the light, b+tch, we turned him to some b+tter
all my shooters trained to go, they don’t hesitate to fire
hollow tips up in this clip, made him swim just like a diver
all that dissin’ on the net, boy, you gon’ make your mama cry
how you tough up in them songs? but in real life, you terrified
f+ck the feds, f+ck the judge, we gon’ slide and spin again
heard he claimin’ that he gangsta, n+gga snitched up on his friend
n+ggas dyin’ back to back, man, when the f+ck this sh+t gon’ end?
tell his homies, drop a addy, we gon’ send ‘em to his kin
b+tch, i ain’t no rapper, i’m a k!ller with a deal
n+ggas cappin’ in they lyrics, all my opps be gettin’ drilled
catch ‘em posted at that store, knock his cap off, let it spill
told my shorty, “chase him down,” make sure that n+gga feel the steel
i just popped another addy, i ain’t tryna sleep at all
b+tch, i’m focused on this money, tryna make my opps dissolve
how the f+ck he claim he real? but he ran and called the law
told lil’ bro, “keep squeezin’ that trigger till it cl!ck, don’t let it stall”
f+ck his homie, f+ck his mama, f+ck his set, i want ‘em all
ain’t no mercy in this sh+t, we make sure n+ggas really fall
how you claim you wit’ the sh+t? but you was cryin’ to your dog
told my shooter, “chase him down,” he did that sh+t like it’s his job

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