Loyalty And Love The LOX

[Intro: Styles P]
L-O-X to death, nigga
D-Block forever
We fuckin' ’em, right

[Chorus: Styles P]
Loyalty and love
I ride with the homie to get buzzed (I ride)
I ride with the homie to get plugged (Yeah)
Loyalty and love
I ride with the homie to go to war (I ride)
I ride with the homie I bring the gloves
Loyalty and love
I ride with the homie to the grave
I ride with the homie to the judge (You know)
Loyalty and love
Homies is family, but not blood
We came up together out the mud

[Verse 1: Styles P]
You know what the fuck it is, I ain't got a fuck to give (I ain't got a fuck to give)
I ain’t got a buck to give, the niggas on that sucker shit
Got me on my '93, Wu, bring the rucker shit
Only break bread with the homies that I suffered with (My homies)
That sucker shit don't reside here, you should slide or die from a wild niggas idea (Die)
We in the Taj in some fly gear, money machine, machine gun homie I swear (I swear)
I dare you to be loyal, try to die rare
You ain't seen 'em like us cause they don't make 'em homie (LOX)
You just a bitch ass nigga, don't get no makeup on me (Bitch ass)
Order get you popped in the neck, from my Jamaican homie
Yeah, still up in the jungle boy (Still)
Me and the homie and a half of P of jungle boys
Back then we moved cocaine, we was unemployed
Stay in your place, make it your face, that my gun avoid