LOYALTY
Armageddon/Fat Joe/Prospect Park/Remy Lyrics


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(Intro - Fat Joe talking)
Cool & Dre, uh
Terror Squad motherfuckers
They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha
They're all gonna laugh at ya
Yeah, (YO), uh, (oh God), haha
Haha (feedin you, feedin you)
Yo (feedin you, feedin you)

(Fat Joe)
Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist
That means I own two joint ventures and two different labels, niggas that pay me homage
Been in this game for nine seasons
That's nine reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin
Ya'll niggas is rappin ass backwards
I left twenty spots since beginnin this rap shit
All yo papi lo que pasa contigo
Mad cause I'm the only nigga reppin our people
When I came in this game, no one wanted the job
All of a sudden niggas actin like they wanna go hard
Spittin venom 'bout the Squad, try and shittin the God
This ain't no "Scarface" shit, blow up your kids in the car
And since you wanna act like you livin a movie
I'll hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got in a "Fist of Fury"
Bitch niggas, nothin but snitch niggas
Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his nigga
Got deported from the Squad, can't afford another car
Where's your house at? I heard your livin with your moms (livin with your moms)
Blane nigga better stay in your place
Keep talkin, burst a flame in your face, motherfucker

(Armageddon)
Yo, yo, with this comparison the Geddy is God
Cause even though you never seen me, I been put fear in your hearts
And I'm smooth like a Mulo it theme
Skip bullets of your Coogi beam
Before you knew you were seen
Yeah I'm nice and I don't care if you know
Cause all you really need to understand is how hard I'm rulin with Joe
And the streets is no place for late bloomers
Just gangsta niggas, snakes and bitches that meant to spread rumors
Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot rabid
Front if you want, but don't think we don't shoot rapids
I'm what some might consider a ghost
Cause I move at night, plus I'm the type to play a live nigga close
I'm the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme vocalist
I write dope, spit dust and shit cocoa bricks
This is what you dicks need to act-knowledge
Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat cabbage
Don't ask why we act violent
We just killas and thugs
Niggas wit mad talent, that still dabble in drugs
I only rap now to speak to the streets
They say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef
So we gonna feed 'em the beef

(Prospect)
My nine milly blaze, and hit hard like Willy Mays
Since my kiddy days, grew up with thugs who were really crazed
Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth
150 proof, whoever, I'm talkin to you
They call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil
One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by, with your Iceberg team
You look when the light turns green
Your scared to death, don't make me have to air at ya chest
Or tear ya flesh, for actin like I carin what's left
Anyone can get it in a minute give it some time, I'm livin this rhyme
Let my nine get in your spine, sit and recline
Get so mad, forget and rewind
So I can see what I did again and just slide
To the next level, hop on the bike and just pedal
Bustin at your best rebel, who runnin to test medal
Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this game
For niggas kinda refain, I push 'em down in the train
Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz
Big, G Psycho and E, ya'll know what this is

(Remy Martin)
Yo, yo, It's the T, E, a are a, a are a, O, are Squad
So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Mar
With Armageddon and your nigga Joe The God
Tony Sunshine and motherfuckin Prospect
Straight out the projects
A forest, where they kill for mils and they blast the steel
But I'm from murda murda Castle Hill
I got a big ass burner, but I'll slash your grill
Yo don't got no status, don't want no static
They knew you was loco toto, and I don't no Spanish
All I know is how to cock back and aim for the cabbage
And keep on bustin 'til the bitch brain splatter
And the kids won't matter, when the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter, cause this bitch on fire
And I won't stop rockin 'til I retire
Any bitch disagree is a god damn liar

(Outro - Fat Joe talking)
Yeah, uh infamous Terror Squad nigga
Loyalty, what does it mean to you
How many a ya'll niggas is loyal?
All these Benedict Arnold niggas
Switch sidin niggas, ya heard?
Nigga I throw this whole rap shit out the window in a sec, ya heard?
Joe Crack the Don Diggler
The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine nigga
We ride, who wanna test the record launcher, ya see 'em?
Uh, haha, feedin you, feedin you, feedin you
Make your move baby, c'mon
Step up baby




They're all gonna laugh at ya
(laughing), woo, BX

Overall Meaning

In the song "Loyalty," Fat Joe, Armageddon, Prospect, and Remy Martin come together to express their frustrations with disloyal individuals in the rap game. The song starts with Fat Joe, who brags about his accomplishments and experience in the music industry. He asserts his authority and status as a leader of Terror Squad, calling out those who try to undermine him or talk poorly about his crew. Armageddon also asserts his dominance in the game, claiming that he is well-respected and can scare even those who have never seen him. He emphasizes his loyalty to Joe and the crew, who he refers to as his family, and makes it clear that he will do anything to protect them. Prospect's verse touches on his upbringing and how it shaped him into the person he is today. He speaks about the harsh realities of the streets and the importance of loyalty among friends. Finally, Remy Martin rounds out the song with her verse, adding a female perspective to the predominantly male song. She asserts her dominance in the game as a female rapper and warns all those who try to cross her that she means business. Overall, the song exudes a sense of pride and strength in the crew's loyalty to one another.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist
I am known as the artist with joint ventures and labels that pay homage to me.


That means I own two joint ventures and two different labels, niggas that pay me homage
I have ownership in two joint ventures and labels that show respect by paying tribute to me.


Been in this game for nine seasons
I have been a part of this industry for nine significant periods of time.


That's nine reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin
These nine reasons are why I have moved past engaging in meaningless rap feuds.


Ya'll niggas is rappin ass backwards
You all are rapping in a way that shows a lack of understanding or skill.


I left twenty spots since beginnin this rap shit
I have surpassed twenty other artists in terms of my success in the rap industry.


All yo papi lo que pasa contigo
All of you, father, what is wrong with you?


Mad cause I'm the only nigga reppin our people
You are angry because I am the only one representing our community.


When I came in this game, no one wanted the job
When I entered the rap industry, nobody desired the same position I did.


All of a sudden niggas actin like they wanna go hard
Now suddenly, these individuals want to act tough and aggressive.


Spittin venom 'bout the Squad, try and shittin the God
They are speaking negatively about our group, attempting to disrespect me.


This ain't no 'Scarface' shit, blow up your kids in the car
This isn't about committing violent acts like in the film 'Scarface,' such as bombing innocent children in a vehicle.


And since you wanna act like you livin a movie
Because you are pretending to live out a movie.


I'll hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got in a 'Fist of Fury'
I will attack you with an excessive amount of shots, just like the character in the film 'Fist of Fury'.


Bitch niggas, nothin but snitch niggas
These individuals are nothing more than betraying individuals.


Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his nigga
One day, you are seeking my attention, the next day, you are seeking someone else's.


Got deported from the Squad, can't afford another car
You have been removed from our group and cannot financially acquire another vehicle.


Where's your house at? I heard your livin with your moms (livin with your moms)
I have heard that you currently reside with your mother because you do not have your own house.


Blane nigga better stay in your place
You better remain in your position, coward.


Keep talkin, burst a flame in your face, motherfucker
Continue speaking, and I will ignite a flame in your face, you pathetic person.


Yo, yo, with this comparison the Geddy is God
Through this analogy, I am signifying that I, Armageddon, am godlike.


Cause even though you never seen me, I been put fear in your hearts
Despite not physically encountering me, I have instilled fear within you.


And I'm smooth like a Mulo it theme
I possess a smoothness similar to that of a theme from a movie called 'Mulo'.


Skip bullets of your Coogi beam
I skillfully evade the bullets from your Coogi brand firearm.


Before you knew you were seen
I moved and disappeared before you even realized you were being observed.


Yeah I'm nice and I don't care if you know
I am very skilled and I am not concerned if you are aware of it.


Cause all you really need to understand is how hard I'm rulin with Joe
What you truly need to comprehend is the extent of my dominance alongside Joe.


And the streets is no place for late bloomers
The streets are not suitable for those who develop or succeed later in life.


Just gangsta niggas, snakes and bitches that meant to spread rumors
Only gangster individuals, betrayers, and gossipy women are present in these streets.


Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot rabid
Listen, I originate from the Bronx where firearms are excessively used.


Front if you want, but don't think we don't shoot rapids
Feel free to confront us, but do not underestimate our ability to fire rapidly.


I'm what some might consider a ghost
Some individuals might categorize me as a ghostly figure.


Cause I move at night, plus I'm the type to play a live nigga close
I operate during the nighttime, and I am the type of person who monitors a live individual closely.


I'm the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme vocalist
I am the supreme, deeply respected lyrical performer.


I write dope, spit dust and shit cocoa bricks
I write outstanding lyrics, deliver extraordinary rhymes, and excrete solid pieces of cocoa-colored narcotics.


This is what you dicks need to act-knowledge
This is what you idiots need to acknowledge and understand.


Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat cabbage
Otherwise, you will experience a forceful strike to your overweight head.


Don't ask why we act violent
Do not question why we exhibit violent behavior.


We just killas and thugs
We are simply murderers and criminals.


Niggas wit mad talent, that still dabble in drugs
Individuals with exceptional skills who still engage in drug-related activities.


I only rap now to speak to the streets
The only reason I currently rap is to communicate with those in the streets.


They say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef
They claim that our group needs to provide them with the drama.


So we gonna feed 'em the beef
Therefore, we will give them exactly what they want and fuel the conflict even further.


My nine milly blaze, and hit hard like Willy Mays
My firearm fires intensely and impacts with great force, similar to how Willy Mays plays baseball.


Since my kiddy days, grew up with thugs who were really crazed
Ever since I was young, I grew up alongside highly volatile and dangerous individuals.


Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth
There are no foolish games in this environment, only harsh realities.


150 proof, whoever, I'm talkin to you
I speak the absolute truth, directed towards anyone listening.


They call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil
My name is Prospect, and I am unique and exceptional.


One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I am one of the authentic individuals, and even though I rap, I will still threaten you with a firearm.


I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by, with your Iceberg team
I am the cause of your surprise encounter while driving past with your group named Iceberg.


You look when the light turns green
You will turn and observe when the traffic light changes to green.


Your scared to death, don't make me have to air at ya chest
You are terrified, so do not provoke me to shoot at your chest.


Or tear ya flesh, for actin like I carin what's left
I may even shred your flesh for pretending that I care about your remaining possessions.


Anyone can get it in a minute give it some time, I'm livin this rhyme
I am capable of attacking anyone at any moment; just wait, as I am fully immersed in this lifestyle.


Let my nine get in your spine, sit and recline
Allow my firearm to penetrate your spinal cord, causing you to sit down and relax.


Get so mad, forget and rewind
I become infuriated, and I forget my actions and rewind them mentally.


So I can see what I did again and just slide
This allows me to analyze my previous actions and smoothly evade any consequences.


To the next level, hop on the bike and just pedal
I will progress to the next stage, riding a bicycle and pedaling away.


Bustin at your best rebel, who runnin to test medal
I will fire shots at the most defiant individual who is foolish enough to test my mettle.


Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this game
Allow me to become comfortable and establish myself fully in this industry, just like I would take care of my mother.


For niggas kinda refain, I push 'em down in the train
I forcefully push these individuals down onto the tracks of a train in a derogatory manner.


Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz
We are all similarly involved, with my three cousins riding in a luxury vehicle.


Big, G Psycho and E, ya'll know what this is
Their names are Big, G Psycho, and E, and you are aware of the significance.


Yo, yo, It's the T, E, a are a, a are a, O, are Squad
Listen, it is the T, E, R, R, O, R Squad.


So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Mar
Therefore, it should be clear that I am the individual known as Remy Mar.


With Armageddon and your nigga Joe The God
Together with Armageddon and your friend Joe The God.


Tony Sunshine and motherfuckin Prospect
Also Tony Sunshine and the infamous Prospect.


Straight out the projects
Originating directly from the housing projects.


A forest, where they kill for mils and they blast the steel
A dangerous place filled with violence, where individuals commit murder for money and shoot firearms.


But I'm from murda murda Castle Hill
However, I come from the fatal Castle Hill neighborhood.


I got a big ass burner, but I'll slash your grill
I possess a large firearm, but I am also capable of slashing your face.


Yo don't got no status, don't want no static
You do not possess any standing or importance, and you do not desire any conflict.


They knew you was loco toto, and I don't no Spanish
Everyone knows you are a mad dog, but I am unaware of any Spanish.


All I know is how to cock back and aim for the cabbage
I only know how to pull back the firearm's hammer and target one's head.


And keep on bustin 'til the bitch brain splatter
I will continue firing until the individual's brain splatters.


And the kids won't matter, when the crib's on fire
Children will become insignificant when the house is engulfed in flames.


What you spit don't matter, cause this bitch on fire
What you say or rap about is of no consequence, as I am destroying everything in my path.


And I won't stop rockin 'til I retire
I will not cease my activities until I retire from this industry.


Any bitch disagree is a god damn liar
Any woman who disagrees with me is an outright liar.


Loyalty, what does it mean to you
The question is, what does loyalty signify to you?


How many a ya'll niggas is loyal?
I wonder how many of you individuals are truly loyal.


All these Benedict Arnold niggas
There are numerous individuals who are disloyal, just like Benedict Arnold.


Switch sidin niggas, ya heard?
Those who constantly switch sides, you understand?


Nigga I throw this whole rap shit out the window in a sec, ya heard?
I would easily discard this entire rap industry without hesitation, do you comprehend?


Joe Crack the Don Diggler
I am Fat Joe, the powerful and influential figure.


The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine nigga
I am the savior, the leader, and the streets belong to me.


We ride, who wanna test the record launcher, ya see 'em?
We proceed, challenging anyone who dares to oppose us, can you spot them?


Haha, feedin you, feedin you, feedin you
We continue to provide you with what you desire, repeatedly feeding you.


Make your move baby, c'mon
Take your action, come on.


Step up baby
Approach closer, baby.


They're all gonna laugh at ya
Everyone will mock and ridicule you.


(laughing), woo, BX
Laughing and expressing enthusiasm, representing the Bronx.




Lyrics Β© MUSIC SERVICES, INC., Universal Music Publishing Group, ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP
Written by: RYAN M WOOD

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Comments from YouTube:

PS

Don't understand why this song isn't bigger it's such a great vibe.

skylar chase

Because it came out 20 years ago and it was big back then

Kenyatta Tucker

2023 I'm The Only One Listening This

Ariesgirl

This song will forever and always be a classic.

Kou Lor

Courtney Gerena I haven’t heard this in too long that I forgot about the whole song

Onke Mabude

Always, and forever.

Michael Melendez

High School Days

So Much Better

Yep

Jay McClane

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U Khan

20 years! What a song, I hope someone covers this song, so underrated, lyrics are on point πŸ‘πŸΎ

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