Loyal to the Game (Posthumous)

[Intro: 2Pac] I'm loyal to the game [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now I've got task 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 narcs be like tryin' to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penetentiary I've been movin' these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what ya need when ya see me I'm stackin' G's buyin' all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas 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 niggas when they runnin' up The first to pull the strap when there's drama Buster you ain't heard? I been slicin' motherfuckers since I lost my mama There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me I'm loyal to the game [Hook: 50 Cent (2Pac)] I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin' (Nigga I'm loyal to the game) You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing (Man I'm loyal to the game) If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin' (I'm loyal to the game) Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain [Verse 2: Young Buck] Possessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home I can't eat if the rest of this shit ain't gone I'm gettin' used to the needles on the bathroom sink Gotta close my door because the bathroom stink See, daddy don't work, and mama don't drink But daddy do dope, and mama can't think So look like I'mma be the man of the house Gotta have somethin' to put in the air when it's out Up early in the mornin' the first to get it They say if you really want it then come on with it Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars And I only spent 30 days behind bars I ain't never had a job but my rent got paid I handled any beef that they sent my way So send me to the pen but you know I won't change It's thug in my veins I'm loyal to the game [Hook] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Yeah It ain't my fault I came up fast And your the name niggas bring up last And all the dames get a king up ass 10 grand on every ring I flash Deep frog--and I'mma have to fling your ass I'm on the block where it's scorchin' hot If you get caught in the crossfire they have to throw you off the block I get 'dro by the pickle jar These broke niggas wanna get the star So I don't keep the four-nickel far My lips is zipped I'm loyal to the game Bring your bitch around me I'm spoilin' her brain Get more slugs to boil in your frame Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain The paint's the same color as oil in the Range I'm stingy ain't got nothin' for you but some change I'm good now but the fact still remains That the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name [Hook] [Outro: G-Unit & 2Pac] Heh YA! 2Pac's in this motherfucker! Uh! G-Unit in the motherfuckin' house 50! Banks! Buck!