Loyalty (feat. Armageddon, Prospect & Remy)

Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist

That means I own two joint ventures and two different labels, **** that pay me homage

Been in this game for nine seasons

That's nine reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin'

Ya'll **** is rappin' ass backwards

I left twenty spots just to get in this rap shit

All yo papi lo que pasa contigo

Mad 'cause I'm the only **** reppin' our people

When I came in this game, no one wanted the job

All of a sudden **** actin' like they wanna go hard

Spittin' venom 'bout the Squad, try and shittin' the God

This ain't no "Scarface" shit, blow up your kids in the car

And since you wanna act like you livin' a movie

I'll hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got in a "Fist of Fury"

Bitch ****, nothin' but snitch ****

Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his ****

Got deported from the Squad, can't afford another car

Where your house at? I heard your livin' with your moms (Livin' with your moms)

Lame ****, better stay in your place

Keep talkin', burst a flame in your face, motherfucker

Yo, yo, the best comparison to Geddy is God

'Cause even though you never seen me, I been put fear in your hearts

And I'm smooth like a Mulo it theme

Skip bullets of your Coogi beam

Before you knew you were seen

Yeah, I'm nice and I don't care if you know

'Cause all you really need to understand is how hard I'm rulin' with Joe

And the streets is no place for late bloomers

Just gangsta ****, snakes and bitches that meant to spread rumors

Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot rabid

Front if you want, but don't think we don't shoot rapids

I'm what some might consider a ghost

'Cause I move at night, plus I'm the type to play a live **** close

I'm the ultimate, high exalted, rhyme vocalist

I write dope, spit dust and shit cocoa bricks

This is what you dicks need to act-knowledge

Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat cabbage, don't ask why we act violent

We just killas and thugs

**** with mad talent, that still dabble in drugs

I only rap now to speak to the streets

They say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef

So we gonna feed 'em the beef

My nine milly blaze and hit hard like Willie Mays

Since my kiddy days, grew up with thugs who were really crazed

Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth

150 proof, whoever, I'm talkin' to you

They call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil'

One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill

I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin' by, with your Iceberg team

You look when the light turns green

Scared to death, don't make me have to air ya chest

Or tear ya flesh, for actin' like I carin what's left

Anyone can get it in a minute give it some time

I'm livin' this rhyme, let my nine get in your spine

Sit and recline, get so mad, forget and rewind

So I can see what I did again and just slide

To the next level, hop on the bike and just pedal

Bustin' at your best rebel, who runnin' to test medal

Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this game

For **** kinda refain, I push 'em down in the train

'Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz

Big, G Psycho and E, ya'll know what this is

Yo, yo, it's the T-E-R-R-O-R Squad

So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Ma

With Armageddon and your **** Joe The God

Tony Sunshine and motherfuckin' Prospect

Straight out the projects

A forest, where they kill for mils and they blast the steel

But I'm from murda murda Castle Hill

I got a big ass burner but I'll slash your grill

You don't got no status, don't want no static

They knew you was loco toto and I don't no Spanish

All I know is how to cock back and aim for the cabbage

And keep on bustin' till the bitch brain splatter

And the kids won't matter, when the crib's on fire

What you spit don't matter 'cause this bitch on fire

And I won't stop rockin' till I retire

Any bitch disagree is a god damn liar