Loyal To The Game (Remix) (feat. Big Syke & DJ Quik)

[2Pac]

Now I've got to ask, 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 getting crazy after dark, these narc's

Be like trying to shut me down but I'm too smart

Now picture me scared of the penitentiary

I've been moving these things since the days of elementary

Now tell me what you need when you see me

I'm stacking g's, buying all the things on tv, believe me

I got some killers on my payroll, and they know

When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low

Although I'm young, I'm still coming up

I'm getting paid, pulling razors on niggas when they running up

The first to pull a strap when there's drama - busta you ain't heard?

I've been slicing motherfuckers since I lost my mama

There ain't a cop that can stop me

My posse is cocky, and they don't quit until they drop me

I'm loyal to the game

Prince of peace must hear our plea

Told life you'd be back

There you were

Prince of peace must hear our plea

Everybody look around

There is no hope

Prince of peace must hear our plea

Brothers we better get hip

[Big Syke]

My mama say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood

I can't get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood

And the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the block

Off the curb and niggas swerve, serve a smoker a rock

And I'm hot like fish grease and nigga so is my caddy

And I'm steady catching static, move the traffic to the alley

Out in cali niggas rally others all for the soil

Mix the work with baking soda and get the water to boil

Oh no can't no busters hang, I hope you feel me mayne

Cause snitches bitches and they ain't been loyal to the game

My niggas feel my pain, when sunshine turn to rain

You know these buster motherfuckers came to fuck the game

And it's a shame I see the mark in they eyes

When they yelling that he telling get to me, no surprise, nigga

Prince of peace must hear our plea

Told life you'd be back

There you were

Prince of peace must hear our plea

Everybody look around

There is no hope

Prince of peace must hear our plea

Brothers we better get hip

And come off this trip

[DJ Quik]

Loyalty, undeservedly, never heard of me

I, be the exception, the epitome of adaption

The superficial surroundings, bullets fiends cockhounds and

Enemies in my family extorting scheming and scamming me (pop pop)

I'm like bruce nolan, I'm rollin' until the diesel hit me

I'm battered and bruised, and madder having to choose

'Tween happiness and the blues, and who be filling my shoes

When I done had it with crews, ecstatic to see me lose

But panic when I be smooth, I'm manic but I'm no fool

Y'all rapping I'm talking cool, and columbine is not new

In compton they shoot up schools too, riding by to see who's who

Cock the shotty they cruise through, rock the body blood ooze through

Tell his family that dude's blue, no coming back

From him scrapping when niggas was packing and he wasn't packing too

So if you feel me you know when they try to kill me they slow

I seen from 'round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on 'em

Prince of peace must hear our plea

Told life you'd be back

There you were

Prince of peace must hear our plea

Everybody look around

There is no hope

Prince of peace must hear our plea

Brothers we better get hip

Thugs throw like wine down a nigga's throat

If this shit don't stop stop stop stop stop!