[Intro - Fat Joe talking] Yeah, uh, yeah, Loyalty, haha She was sixteen maybe seventeen, uh Who you gonna trust? And Life Goes On (2002) The timin ain't me, it's like, please goin through wrong Speak the truth, haha, speak the truth, yeah, yo, yo
[Fat Joe] She was only sixteen, when I met her I was playin the corner Had to scream one of her niggas, like get up off her She was a diamond in the rough, real neighborhood jewel You would never see her out, 'less she comin from school At first we started out like sisters and brothers 'Till we finally let it out, and started kissin and huggin And your moms always dissin me, tryin to get rid a me I guess she figured out, I had taken your virginity She was right, sexin all day When they wouldn't let me in, we be playin the hallway Talkin all day, bout the stupidest shit Like if we got rich, what would we do with our chips? And who was our favorite rappers, it was Nas at the time We would memorize every single bar of his rhymes Summertime, kids is playin in the park I might just ride by, let 'em sprinkle the truck And Life Goes On
[Chorus] She was sixteen, maybe seventeen I was eighteen, nineteen maybe a little bit more (was she a little more), haha .. Yeah, huh, but Life Goes On
She was sixteen, maybe seventeen I was eighteen, nineteen maybe a little bit more hahahaha, yeah, yeah, woof, uh, yo But Life Goes On
[Fat Joe] This shit got deeper, you was havin my seed I couldn't wait to see this little nigga look like me Sure enough a little fat guy named D'Ryan Kept us up all night, always bitchin and cryin I was still slingin fast, the "Flow Joe" came out Things changed, wasn't the same, wanted to hang out The groupies was chasin me, rudely awakened me No longer safe for me, this new world is takin me You deserve much more than to be mistreated I was a fucked up nigga, but at least I admit it Just to be cool, I helped you through school So you can have your own career, and don't depend on no fool Life seems crazy when you look back I pray to God, that you hook up with a good cat We can't look at, who's right or who's wrong But I thought I'd let you know through this song That Life Goes On
[Chorus - w/ variations]
[Fat Joe] So I moved on to the next phase a my life I finally met the women I would make my wife It was love at the first sight, in the worst way Shorty kept holdin out, had me thirsty, mercy Mi shari amor, whisper in my ear Tell me baby girl is it me that you adore Used to stay up all night, just bumpin and grindin Makin plans for the future, how to hustle my rhyme in Used to drive cross state for like a G a show A well known famous rapper, but my pocket's is broke But we kept grindin Slowly but surely, kept climbin Pun broke in the doors, now we headlinin I'm lettin everybody know your my sweetest possession How you kept me real strong through the deepest depression Paid no mind to your friends, cause their words is trife I hold you down for the rest of your life Cause Life Goes On
[Chorus - 4X, - w/ variations, until fade]
[After song is over, there is a skit of a man being questioned] [Man w/ questions:] Look just shut the fuck up, Joe told us what happened
[Twistin:] Told us what, what happened [Man:] You're trying to act like you don't know what's going on, but I know you know what happened that night
[T:] I was drinking Cristal on the right hand side (yeah) Hennessey on the left hand side Macho gave it to me, I don't remember after that so, aw
[Man:] You think your a tough guy right (tough guy) Your not, your a pussy, cause your afraid if you rat on Fat Joe
[T:] Aw, sorry, sorry, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
[Man:] Maybe we should put him in a cell and lock him up, until he fucking talks
[T:] Rat on Fat Joe, what do you mean? There is no rat on Fat Joe, you disarespect him right now, that's not good
[Man:] Your fucking busted man, just tell us this shit Your fucking baby momma told us
[T:] Fuck it, listen to me, I don't snitch, I'm Twistin alright I'm fuckin' TS Member, Terror Squad, Loyalty [echo]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
