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2Pac ft. Riddler & Treach – Loyal To The Game

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2Pace ft. Riddler & Treach – Loyal To The Game (Above The Rim Original Soundtrack Album Artwork)

Loyal To The Game

Song by 2Pac
Featured artists: Riddler & Treach
Produced by Reginald Heard
Album: Above The Rim Original Soundtrack
Released: 21 May 2021

This song was a left out track from the soundtrack of the movie “Above The Rim”. It features Treach from Naughty By Nature & Riddler.

Death Row Records is celebrating its 30th anniversary this year. To commemorate three decades in hip hop, the iconic West Coast record label — which once housed Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre, 2Pac, Nate Dogg and others — has released a digital deluxe version of the official soundtrack to Above the Rim.

The soundtrack was the third album released by Death Row Records to reach no. 1 on Billboard’s R&B/Hip Hop Albums chart.

2Pace ft. Riddler & Treach – Loyal To The Game Lyrics:

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now I’ve got task on a n!gga’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, tryna shut me down, but I’m too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I’ve been movin’ these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I’m stackin’ Gs, 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, n!gga, lay low
Although I’m young, I’m still comin’ up
I’m gettin’ paid, pullin’ razors on n!ggas when they runnin’ up
The first to pull a strap when there’s drama, busta, you ain’t heard?
I been slicin’ motherfvckers since I lost my mama
There ain’t a cop that can stop me
My posse is cock-D and they don’t quit until they drop me, I’m loyal to the game

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Treach]
Without no doubt, I ain’t no slouch and it ain’t time to back out, so I jumps in it
Try to stop her and watch her, slap you cock-eye like Popeye, fvck spinach (Hahaha)
Forgotten more sh!t than most crews ever know or ever knew
Was born with seven flows and only Heaven knew
For Pete and boots’ sakes, the news break, then you shakes, uh
Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a toothache
Yoo-hoo to you crew and, uh, you too, so you knew
I’m from Jersey and all my team’s on your block more than you do
Who’s the new crew? Show me your neck brotha, and here’s another
Smack your mother’s mamma’s mother and the first mom of all those other crack lovers
Back was bitch-ass, trick-ass, cluck-clow, cluck-clow
How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now?
Ow, pow, hurt, don’t it? Bow, bow, don’t run up on it
The same thing, mine has been hangin’ possies like an exponent
Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it
It makes no sense to smell like sh!t if old-ass George could be washing tons

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Riddler]
Now I be loyal to my n!ggas on the block, just buckin’ the shots and packin’ the Glocks
And dodgin’ the cops, and takin’ over n!ggas spots
Poppin’ after poppin’, the fools be droppin’, the hoes be hoppin’
On my thing ’cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim
You lookin’ grim, is it me or him or him
Or be with me, we be together, so what’s up? We can do whatever
‘Cause real n!gas stick together ’til they make it up to Heaven
Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7
The shorter the n!gga, the bigga the trigga, the deeper they dig the ditch, uh
The Naughty, the Treach, then through to the Pac, I brings the Glock, I wets up
You fvckin’ body, I’m like, “Oh my Gotti
Did I really shoot him? Yo, I shot him,” so I got him, now I puts the crime behind me
And finds me a place to lays my head low
I lives doin’ my rap, but I dies for my hood, bro
So all you fvckin’ fools best to recognize and know my fvckin’ name
I be Riddler to my n!ggas and I’m loyal to the game

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah

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