Love And Loyalty

Sometimes it take, 50 takes, fuck that (Uhh, throw them hands up, throw them hands up) Niggas ain't bring no drinks? [Thirtstin Howl III] Always been Vick-Lo, always been Vick-Lo, always been Vick-Lo We ruled the deuce, it's the truth Niggas went boostin to pay Mark-Lo funeral Rest in peace - Pumpkin, for Marcus Garvey Scarred from your parting, handle Bristol Park beef Fats Capone, died early 17 goin on 30 fast life's, dirty derby Forget not, LoLife Prophets Haz painted your memorials in our projects Shared handcuffs co-defendants On the million man rush, with jail manners You're my fam, I always set it Callin me out the window with a 40 for breakfast Fakes told, Face-Lo, your fatal A con who could pawn, fake gold Been through trades, with Little Dave Go back test the same store within two days Fashion statements, stay dipped Sacred, like the Star of David Dangerous on some "Dana Dane With Fame" shit Durin the diggin pocket phases [Hook 2X: Big Boo] This everyday lifestyle you live or die Some make it through the fog, some don't make it by Some niggas gonna stand firm, some gonna cry Some give love and loyalty, some gonna lie [Thirstin Howl III] What up Big Boo? Ralph-Lo, Fatine G-George the boostin legend, strong arm shopping Eddie Lee, forever, in our memories Rest in peace, corner of Livonia and Chester Street Steve Black, Monton Armed guards, shit's changed now that my mom's gone Fox Freedman, Attica riots relived Resist, everybody got they reasons Crime virtue, store curfew Pursue, bank trust Lizzie bags and girdles Just got home, Beck you doin graffiti Where's Bakim? I rarely ever see Steve C-God, from Van Dyke got killed Times in my life I wish some things were not real Painted portraits Mark-Lo wore a big ski in his coffin I'll go the same when it's my callin [Hook] [Thirstin Howl III] Mr. Raisin, killed in Crown Heights Four finger hoochie links, now it's all ice Brick Face, we used to call him Squash Shillz The Realz, runnin out of Jordan Marsh Watch the warrant squad, violate parole Gang initiation, by a way of oath Red and blue flags, tied in a knot Brooklyn Cadillacs, ghetto yachts My pocket is where, you left yo' watch The pace of my heartbeat, sets your clock Dolla Bill Dave's, not his real name Never walked through a prison, where I didn't feel safe [Hook] - repeat 2X to fade