Taliban Bundy - Loyalty Amongst Thieves (L.A.T.) lyrics

[Hook: Drop Boy Dell] Ain't too many real n***as outchea left And fake n***as come a dime a dozen In this cold world man you gotta watch yo step Can't even trust my own cousin These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal No no These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal No no [Verse 1: Taliban Bundy] Its Taliban motherf**a These n***as 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***as 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***a These n***as be fake, faker than a Rollie that's ticking You crossing that road you know that you chicken The last n***a tried it you know what we did him You can keep hatin' you know I'm that n***a Yo b**h she young jockin' you know Ima hit her [Verse: Drop Boy Dell] These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal No I ain't smoking cookies witcha man you n***as spoiled You better get up off yo a** ain't got sh** you can borrow I done made calls too many times no sympathy no sorrow I'm on my motherf**in' grind like its no tomorrow I'm tryna pull up in that Phantom not no Monte Carlo You know its money over b**hes that's just how its gone go But on a real when sh** get real you know call on yo hoe [Hook] Ain't too many real n***as outchea left And fake n***as come a dime a dozen In this cold world man you gotta watch yo step Can't even trust my own cousin These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal No no These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal No no [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] L.A.T n***a These p**y a** n***a ain't loyal, p**y a** n***a ain't trill When sh** hit the fan will these n***as mask up when thr sh** get real? (I doubt it) Young Money Records ima rep it ima shout it ni**a playing wit it then he get leg shower Da Da Da can't do nothing bout it A lot of n***as 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***a Walk up in the Devil's face and give that b**h two shells n***a Wayne know I'll die for him Flow know I'll k** for him T-Streets I love you n***a if I die you in my will homie That's trill talk, L.A.T my gang n***a Go and define the word loyal next to it I bet you will see all our names n***a (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***a [Hook] Ain't too many real n***as outchea left And fake n***as come a dime a dozen In this cold world man you gotta watch yo step Can't even trust my own cousin These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal No no These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal These n***as ain't loyal No no [Verse 4: Flow] These n***as ain't loyal Now n***a go trade in that vest for a dress Do whatever for cheese I know you a rat Gotta k** 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** 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***a 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***a What the f** 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***a 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***as not loyal not even the hoes Cuz they'll f** yo homie just even the score Could you hold a n***a down if I had to go jouce? Would you keep the phone on and make sure I got stoke? I know a lot n***as 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 p**y a** n***a [Hook + Flow interlude] Like I said I'm home know p**y Yeah my year n***a, well our year Flame gang n***a Flame gang goon gang n***a Yeah n***a I told you I feel like Bishop n***a I got the juice Run up on a n***a like, "Riverside motherf**a pow pow pow pow pow Get fly and go fly n***as Shout out to the eastside Flame gang goon gang n***a Shout out my n***a Bonka yeah Free all my monsters M.I.P all the real n***as ya heard me Yeah from the eastside to the Fifth Ward Yeah from New Orleans to Bompton n***a Yeah you know how it go down n***a Shout out my big brother Capito My big brother Tunechi Li My n***a Fee Dawg ya heard me Yeah n***a got good money but its hood money yeah f** around and put a bag over yo head b**h a** n***a p**y a** n***as ain't loyal and some n***as snitchin' Do your research before you speak first b**h a** n***a 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** Q: bishop, do you hear your self? You, are, f**ing GONE… are you high? Like what in the hell is going on with you, you k**ed raheem man you don't even care? sh** 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**! I DON'T GIVE A fu*k ABOUT YOU, I DON'T GIVE A fu*k ABOUT STEEL AND I DON'T GIVE A fu*k ABOUT RAHEEM either! I don't give a f** about myself, look I ain't sh**, I ain't never gon be sh**, and you less of a man then me so whenever I decide your not sh** POW! You memba that PATNA