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it's all good\nSome niggas kick me out my own crib, it's all good\nIt's nothin' new, ain't even own shit, it's all good\nIt's like angels angles on bad bitches, pictures of puppies\nLovely dovey shit that first months when your hubby don't judge me\nIt's that good shit\nLike exotic herb shit from outta earth\nStill heatin' up when shit is goin' south, I'm like a flock of birds\nFirst off, I'm the greatest\nLike Ali had a baby with Jordan and then\nJesus was courted and then they dated it\nStill you niggas hate it\nI guess it's in your habits\nWhere I'm from you either had to fuckin' get it\nor ain't have it, savage Life like Boy Meets Worlds\nThe bad advice, to pads with ice,\nthe pads I write, to added price, the Adam fights\nBig Apple gettin gentrified, it's still all hood\nSome birds told me I would never fly, it's still all good\n\nIt's all good\nMy loyalty's my armor and my power\nThe tragedy of casualties of wars every hour\nShow me a battlefield and know that I won't cower\nIt's 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casualties of wars every hour\nShow me a battlefield and know that I won't cower\nIt's all good\nIt's all good, yeah\nThis loyalty's a new wave\nCan't respect a nigga movin' two-faced\nHad to cut my chick off, it's a new day\nAnd it's all good\nAnd it's all good\n\nIt's Crooked, C.O.B.!\nI'm in the party sippin Bacardi 151, but I'm hardly bent\nTwo Colt .45's, \"Man of Steel\", niggas call me Kent\nThat shotty clap like a audience (clap)\nOne of 'em to smile at you,\none of 'em to frown at you,\nniggas got \"Two Faces\" like Harvey Dent (word)\nBut I'll be damned if I sell my\nsoul, I'm livin by the code of a samurai\nAnd if I never analyze my life, what kind of man am I?\nNiggas talk tough, 'til the Canons start flashin, they get camera shy\nIntegrity in this game is why it took us longer\nWritin scriptures in the belly of\nthe beast like it's the Book of Jonah\nI'm duckin bullets on a crooked corner\nWhere the hookers pushin pussy,\nniggas pushin doja to the crooks and stoners\nForever whylin, I put it in a poem like Edgar Allen\nCover of Double-X-L and I'm never smilin\nI don't do it to seem thug, it's team love\nIf one of my niggas ain't winnin, we all mean mug\nFuck that!\n\nIt's all good, my loyalty's my armor and my power\nThe tragedy and casualties of wars every hour\nShow me a battlefield and know that I won't cower\nIt's all good, it's all good, yeah\nThis loyalty's a new wave\nCan't expect a nigga movin two-face\nHad to cut my chick off, it's a new day\nAnd it's all good, it's all good, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Loyalty\n  artist: Forever M.C. × It’s Different feat. Kool G Rap, Chris Rivers, Cormega, KXNG Crooked & Whispers\n  album: Forever M.C.\n  duration_ms: 318000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's all good\n  My loyalty's my armor and my power\n  The tragedy and casualties of wars every hour\n  Show me a battlefield and know that I won't cower\n  It's all good\n  It's all good, yeah\n  This loyalty's a new wave\n  Can't respect a nigga movin' two-faced\n  Had to cut my chick off, it's a new day\n  And it's all good\n  And it's all good\n\n  Yeah, KGR yo, uh Lesson of life\n  A, keep a loyal clique\n  B, keep a loyal bitch\n  If not and you slip, pop be in some royal shit\n  You fucking with wolves, you feed 'em from a long spoon\n  The wrong tune'll havin' niggas cockin' they long soon\n  A wack bitch'll set you up over jealous reason\n  They heart change with the season 'til they develop treason\n  Go from delicate beefin' like I could tell that\n  you cheatin' from nothin' but a celibate greetin'\n  Tell a fly pelican, she Pelican Briefin'\n  Bitch know all about you now, she tell up the heathens\n  Have niggas loadin' shotgun pellets and squeezin'\n  They be knowin your house plans 'cause her mouth ran\n  Forty grand up inside of the Maxwell house can\n  The key is loyalty, never fuck with that spoiled meat\n  The half sleep put you right on top of that boiled heat\n  She put that Lucci first, Lucci skirt, Gucci purse\n  Bitch got Marlyn Monroe shades with the Lucci furs\n  Nigga cake 'cause she let him fuck 'til her coochie hurt\n  Shortie straight hood, was raised in the Looney turf\n  I let a dime fall back down do the dude she worth\n\n  It's all good\n  My loyalty's my armor and my power\n  The tragedy and casualties of wars every hour\n  Show me a battlefield and know that I won't cower\n  It's all good\n  It's all good, yeah\n  This loyalty's a new wave\n  Can't respect a nigga movin' two-faced\n  Had to cut my chick off, it's a new day\n  And it's all good\n  And it's all good\n\n  How your tongue flap flap but it's all good\n  Some chick I'm fuckin' with her ass flat, but it's all good\n  Some niggas kick me out my own crib, it's all good\n  It's nothin' new, ain't even own shit, it's all good\n  It's like angels angles on bad bitches, pictures of puppies\n  Lovely dovey shit that first months when your hubby don't judge me\n  It's that good shit\n  Like exotic herb shit from outta earth\n  Still heatin' up when shit is goin' south, I'm like a flock of birds\n  First off, I'm the greatest\n  Like Ali had a baby with Jordan and then\n  Jesus was courted and then they dated it\n  Still you niggas hate it\n  I guess it's in your habits\n  Where I'm from you either had to fuckin' get it\n  or ain't have it, savage Life like Boy Meets Worlds\n  The bad advice, to pads with ice,\n  the pads I write, to added price, the Adam fights\n  Big Apple gettin gentrified, it's still all hood\n  Some birds told me I would never fly, it's still all good\n\n  It's all good\n  My loyalty's my armor and my power\n  The tragedy of casualties of wars every hour\n  Show me a battlefield and know that I won't cower\n  It's all good\n  It's all good, yeah\n  This loyalty's a new wave\n  Can't respect a nigga movin' two-faced\n  Had to cut my chick off, it's a new day\n  And it's all good\n  And it's all good\n\n  I stayed out the kitchen when I notice the friend go\n  Rogue over the stove feedin my enemy info\n  The course was set for me to taste defeat\n  But, the table's turned, now they got beef\n  A coward dies a thousand times before his death\n  Livin is just existin with no honor and respect\n  Can't be bought, though many who attempt lack sweat\n  Equity to match what I possess\n  Integrity, I never ran off from my connect\n  I walk with a steam and I never miss a step\n  I thank God every day I wake, I feel blessed\n  And I never sold my soul to the devil for success\n  Contemptment, moderation, less resentment\n  Isn't complicated at all, pay attention\n  Birds of the same feather flock together habitually\n  Fearin winds of change from their nest of insecurity (uh)\n\n  It's all good\n  My loyalty's my armor and my power\n  The tragedy and casualties of wars every hour\n  Show me a battlefield and know that I won't cower\n  It's all good\n  It's all good, yeah\n  This loyalty's a new wave\n  Can't respect a nigga movin' two-faced\n  Had to cut my chick off, it's a new day\n  And it's all good\n  And it's all good\n\n  It's Crooked, C.O.B.!\n  I'm in the party sippin Bacardi 151, but I'm hardly bent\n  Two Colt .45's, \"Man of Steel\", niggas call me Kent\n  That shotty clap like a audience (clap)\n  One of 'em to smile at you,\n  one of 'em to frown at you,\n  niggas got \"Two Faces\" like Harvey Dent (word)\n  But I'll be damned if I sell my\n  soul, I'm livin by the code of a samurai\n  And if I never analyze my life, what kind of man am I?\n  Niggas talk tough, 'til the Canons start flashin, they get camera shy\n  Integrity in this game is why it took us longer\n  Writin scriptures in the belly of\n  the beast like it's the Book of Jonah\n  I'm duckin bullets on a crooked corner\n  Where the hookers pushin pussy,\n  niggas pushin doja to the crooks and stoners\n  Forever whylin, I put it in a poem like Edgar Allen\n  Cover of Double-X-L and I'm never smilin\n  I don't do it to seem thug, it's team love\n  If one of my niggas ain't winnin, we all mean mug\n  Fuck that!\n\n  It's all good, my loyalty's my armor and my power\n  The tragedy and casualties of wars every hour\n  Show me a battlefield and know that I won't cower\n  It's all good, it's all good, yeah\n  This loyalty's a new wave\n  Can't expect a nigga movin two-face\n  Had to cut my chick off, it's a new day\n  And it's all good, it's all good, yeah\n"},{"id":14796691,"name":"Loyalty feat. Kool G Rap, Chris Rivers, Cormega, KXNG Crooked & Whispers","trackName":"Loyalty feat. 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you pelican briefin'\nBitch know all about you, now she tell it to heathens\nHave niggad loadin' shotgun pellets and squeezin'\nThey be knowin' your house plans 'cause her mouth ran\n40 grand up inside of the Maxwell House can\nThe key is loyalty, never fuck with that spoiled meat\nThat half sleep put you right on top of that boiled heat\nShe put the lucci first, Gucci's earth, Gucci purse\nBitch got Marilyn Monroe shades with the Lucy furs\nNigga cake and she let him fuck until her coochie hurt\nShorty's straight hood, was raised in the loony turf\nI let her down, fall back down to the dude she worth, for real\nIt's all good, my loyalty's my armor and my power\nThe tragedy and casualties of wars every hour\nShow me a battlefield and know that I won't cower\nIt's all good, it's all good, yeah\nThis loyalty's a new wave\nCan't respect a nigga movin' two-face\nHad to cut my chick off, it's a new day\nAnd it's all good, it's all good, yeah\nPockets on flat flat, but it's all good\nSome chick I'm fuckin' with her ass flat, but it's all good\nSome niggas kicked me out my own crib, it's all good\nIt's nothin' new, ain't even own shit, it's all good\nIt's like angels, angles on bad bitches, pictures of puppies\nLovey-dovey shit in first months with yo' hubby, don't judge me\nIt's that good shit, like exotic herbs, shit from outer Earth\nStill heatin' up when shit is goin' south, I'm like a flock of birds\nFirst off I'm the greatest\nLike Ali had a baby with Jordan and then\nJesus was courted and then they dated, and\nStill you niggaz hate it, I guess it's in yo' habits\nWhere I'm from you either had to fuckin' get it or ain't have it\nSavage, life like \"Boy Meets World\", through bad advice\nTo pads with ice, the pads I write to added price, the Adam fights\nBig Apple gettin' gentrified, it's still all hood\nSome birds told me I would never fly, it's still all good\nIt's all good, my loyalty's my armor and my power\nThe tragedy and casualties of wars every hour\nShow me a battlefield and know that I won't cower\nIt's all good, it's all good, yeah\nThis loyalty's a new wave\nCan't respect a nigga movin' two-face\nHad to cut my chick off, it's a new day\nAnd it's all good, it's all good, yeah\nI stayed out the kitchen when I notice a friend go\nRogue over the stove, feedin' my enemy info\nThe course was set for me to taste defeat\nBut, the table's turned, now they got beef\nA coward dies a thousand times before his death\nLivin' is just existin' with no honor and respect\nCan't be bought, though many who attempt lack sweat\nEquity to match what I possess\nIntegrity, I never ran off from my connect\nI walk with esteem and I never miss a step\nI thank God every day I wake, I feel blessed\nAnd I never sold my soul to the devil for success\nContentment, moderation, less resentment\nIsn't complicated at all, pay attention\nBirds of the same feather flock together habitually\nFearin' winds of change from their nest of insecurity (uh)\nIt's all good, my 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fuckin' with wolves, you feed 'em from a long spoon\n  The wrong tune'll have niggaz cockin' they long soon\n  A wack bitch'll set you up over jealous reasons\n  They heart change with the seasons, 'til they develop treason\n  Go from delicate beefin', like I could tell that you're cheatin'\n  From nothin' but a celibate greetin'\n  Tell a fly pelicans you pelican briefin'\n  Bitch know all about you, now she tell it to heathens\n  Have niggad loadin' shotgun pellets and squeezin'\n  They be knowin' your house plans 'cause her mouth ran\n  40 grand up inside of the Maxwell House can\n  The key is loyalty, never fuck with that spoiled meat\n  That half sleep put you right on top of that boiled heat\n  She put the lucci first, Gucci's earth, Gucci purse\n  Bitch got Marilyn Monroe shades with the Lucy furs\n  Nigga cake and she let him fuck until her coochie hurt\n  Shorty's straight hood, was raised in the loony turf\n  I let her down, fall back down to the dude she worth, for real\n  It's all good, my loyalty's my armor and my power\n  The tragedy and casualties of wars every hour\n  Show me a battlefield and know that I won't cower\n  It's all good, it's all good, yeah\n  This loyalty's a new wave\n  Can't respect a nigga movin' two-face\n  Had to cut my chick off, it's a new day\n  And it's all good, it's all good, yeah\n  Pockets on flat flat, but it's all good\n  Some chick I'm fuckin' with her ass flat, but it's all good\n  Some niggas kicked me out my own crib, it's all good\n  It's nothin' new, ain't even own shit, it's all good\n  It's like angels, angles on bad bitches, pictures of puppies\n  Lovey-dovey shit in first months with yo' hubby, don't judge me\n  It's that good shit, like exotic herbs, shit from outer Earth\n  Still heatin' up when shit is goin' south, I'm like a flock of birds\n  First off I'm the greatest\n  Like Ali had a baby with Jordan and then\n  Jesus was courted and then they dated, and\n  Still you niggaz hate it, I guess it's in yo' habits\n  Where I'm from you either had to fuckin' get it or ain't have it\n  Savage, life like \"Boy Meets World\", through bad advice\n  To pads with ice, the pads I write to added price, the Adam fights\n  Big Apple gettin' gentrified, it's still all hood\n  Some birds told me I would never fly, it's still all good\n  It's all good, my loyalty's my armor and my power\n  The tragedy and casualties of wars every hour\n  Show me a battlefield and know that I won't cower\n  It's all good, it's all good, yeah\n  This loyalty's a new wave\n  Can't respect a nigga movin' two-face\n  Had to cut my chick off, it's a new day\n  And it's all good, it's all good, yeah\n  I stayed out the kitchen when I notice a friend go\n  Rogue over the stove, feedin' my enemy info\n  The course was set for me to taste defeat\n  But, the table's turned, now they got beef\n  A coward dies a thousand times before his death\n  Livin' is just existin' with no honor and respect\n  Can't be bought, though many who attempt lack sweat\n  Equity to match what I possess\n  Integrity, I never ran off from my connect\n  I walk with esteem and I never miss a step\n  I thank God every day I wake, I feel blessed\n  And I never sold my soul to the devil for success\n  Contentment, moderation, less resentment\n  Isn't complicated at all, pay attention\n  Birds of the same feather flock together habitually\n  Fearin' winds of change from their nest of insecurity (uh)\n  It's all good, my loyalty's my armor and my power\n  The tragedy and casualties of wars every hour\n  Show me a battlefield and know that I won't cower\n  It's all good, it's all good, yeah\n  This loyalty's a new wave\n  Can't respect a nigga movin' two-face\n  Had to cut my chick off, it's a new day\n  And it's all good, it's all good, yeah (it's Crooked, C.O.B.)\n  I'm in the party sippin' Bacardi 151, but I'm hardly bent\n  Two Colt .45's, \"Man of Steel\", niggaz call me Kent\n  That shotty clap like a audience (clap)\n  One of 'em to smile at you, one of 'em to frown at you\n  Niggaz got \"Two Faces\" like Harvey Dent (word)\n  But I'll be damned if I sell my soul, I'm livin' by the code of a samurai\n  And if I never analyze my life, what kind of man am I?\n  Niggaz talk tough, 'til the Canons start flashin', they get camera shy\n  Integrity in this game is why it took us longer\n  Writin' scriptures in the belly of the beast like it's the Book of Jonah\n  I'm duckin' bullets on a crooked corner\n  Where the hookers pushin' pussy, niggas pushin' doja to the crooks and stoners\n  Forever wilin', I put it in a poem like Edgar Allen\n  Cover of Double-X-L and I'm never smilin'\n  I don't do it to seem thug, it's team love\n  If one of my niggaz ain't winnin', we all mean mug, fuck that\n  It's all good, my loyalty's my armor and my power\n  The tragedy and casualties of wars every hour\n  Show me a battlefield and know that I won't cower\n  It's all good, it's all good, yeah\n  This loyalty's a new wave\n  Can't respect a nigga movin' two-face\n  Had to cut my chick off, it's a new day\n  And it's all good, it's all good, yeah\n"}]