Artist: PRhyme f/ Rapsody
Album:  PRhyme 2
Song:   Loved Ones
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
As time goes by, a eye for an eye
We in this together nigga, your beef is mine
So long as the sunshine should light up the sky
We in this together nigga, your beef is mine

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Man I just saw that nigga out the other day
That's me talkin to my loved ones
I wouldn't have this shit no other way
That's me sparkin for my loved ones
As the plot thickens, either get rolled on or rock with it
Make a decision nigga, the clock's tickin
Feelin chauvinistic, rollin with the coldest bitches
And the whip's equipped with gold ignitions
It has just been bought to my attention
that the mistress finally went and told the missus
Awww shit, Vishis, hold this liquor
I got to take this phone call from my shawty trippin

[Rapsody]
Uh, I'm dippin out, keep the car and the house
I get my own shit, shit I kept a separate account
I know the rules in the street or the house
And what I learned it ain't an equal amount, I see them niggaz you 'round
And the loyalty, you'd go to war to hold 'em all down
Tell 'em your word is your bond, but you lie to me, how?
You respect them niggaz way more than me by a mile
I had your child, shit babe, I can't figure it out
You cheat on me it's respected, cheat on them it's foul
Somehow the codes that you live by ain't balancin out
Cross the line muh'fucker, I'ma line it with vowels
I owe you nothin, fuck yo' vows
I was your down-ass chick, you let me down
Said your word and your balls is, alls you had
I learned your word and your balls wasn't always 'round
Shit, I know niggaz in the bing you still loyal to
Never snitch, you don't sing, you a lawyer dude
But pillow-talk and sing to bitches, is that loyal too?
Tryna figure out when it becomes "Aw, fuck the rules"
Cause you a real nigga and that's what real niggaz do
Love none

[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Rapsody)
Money over bitches and hoes how this shit goes
Even though she givin a nigga head out of this globe
Keepin me fed was somethin mo' than just bottles and bros
But when you out in the cold you gotta follow the code
I'm a rider fo' sho', got my side chick in those
apartments that's downtown with the thousand-dollar deco'
I'm whylin out for the dough
Though make sure that you never let me out, always keep me in
I get geeked when we be deep, I feel awkward when we be thin
Made of these ingredients, real nigga and loyalty
My three downfalls is get killed, snitchin, and lawyer fees
Trippin over quarter-ki's
Even if shit come up missin I flip for my 40 thieves
Death before dishonor, just lock me in jail and throw the keys
'Fore I step to yo' baby mama, c'mon, bro it's me
We just rollin, clutchin 9's
Even though it's rumors you been fuckin mines
I don't believe 'em, no I just be tunin 'em out, out of my mind and out my vehicle
Just give me some drink and some weed to blow
{*puffs*} No, I ain't naive though
We cooooold, uh, my nigga we close
My white friend got a big ol' ass
She come around me, I put her in the fishbowl fast
I be starin at her like she a science project
Thinkin to myself, like "Goddamn, why I ain't got that?"
But I'm just busy gettin money, runnin through these bitches with my - loved ones
Killin all these niggaz with the quickness for my - loved ones
Gettin it with my - loved ones; splittin it with my - loved ones
Hey; money over bitches, never switch and never (love none)
Gettin money, runnin through these bitches with my - loved ones
Killin all these niggaz with the quickness for my - loved ones
Gettin it with my - loved ones; splittin it with my - loved ones
Fuckin with these hoes even though we never (love none)