Loaded Lux – Rite lyrics

It's Loaded, hey little loved
I'm always gonna be beloved, you understand that?
My vision getting clearer I'm looking in the mirror
I'm saying to myself that's a fly niggaare
Harlem is the city got all my niggers with me
You know that they get bus lets ride niggaare
Da da di ri ri da ri da, di ri ri da ri da
You niggers know I'm hot right?
Da da di ri ri da di yey, di ri ri da di yey
You trying to take my spot right?

Play the bench the starters is staying in
My thinking cap on I'm 'bout ready to raise the brim
Been bathing in the money so honeys the fakers went
I got enough fans ain't looking to make a friend
Right?
Bad news for niggers with rap moves
The facts prove I way up in the stat pool
If cash rules the bread good then you fast? Fool
Thought I left, but I ride on'em like tattoos
Mirror on the wall, who's the flyest of all
Maybe the monologue, or fancy designer clothes
Buying' out the bar for baby behind the bar
So you can tell them niggers retire I'm on my job
They want me as a martyr drop the hem on a mama
Rip out to Huddy and light a candle for Harlem
Bring the niggers that knew me
And bitches that love me truly
100 bands in the box
And bury me in my Gucci
Beloved

Da da di ri ri da ri da, di ri ri da ri da
You niggers know I'm hot right?
Da da di ri ri da di yey, di ri ri da di yey
You trying to take my spot right?

All my fans say fuck you in the fan mail
Cause I had they main girl on a hand held
I go to the store they try to pop my fan belt
Then I body'em in the street like Cornbread Earl
Boy I'm that thorough, I'm like a pitbull
Windex in the pen to make it crystal
170 but in rap I'm a big dude so yeah, I got bars like a gym room
Boy I'm that dirty so tell the rap Jury
That tennis, the only way a niggaare gonna serve me
My black mac Bernie, I even mac Siri
Shit I'm killing the mic like Conrad Murray
Get ya weight up boy, you wanna hustle with it
Even my protein bars got muscle in it
Pop my trunk, pop yours nothin' in it
I'm cool so hold up, wait a minute

Da da di ri ri da ri da, di ri ri da ri da
You niggers know I'm hot right?
Da da di ri ri da di yey, di ri ri da di yey
You trying to take my spot right?

Lux I'm Loaded 'bout ready to spit a verse
On haters I unloaded be ready to get his hearse
I'm bout to send him notice
If Harlem don't get him first
Send him down to unemployment
Cause homie gone get this work
Hot Benz, every honey is top ten
If she Hops in, then more than likely we not friends
Look I'm locked in,
Hit you like Skelly, your top spin
First I pop, then I'm out like Pirellis on stock rims
Flyest in the game, still applying the pain
Since Milk was top billing
And '. Was riding the train
These paper thin villains get scraped and thrown in the flame
85 percent of rappers is fake and so is they chain
85 percent of rappers is fake and so is they chain
85 percent of rappers is fake and so is they chain
Now that's a no-brainer
36 in my Chamber
Now a moment of silence
I throw a L up for banger
Lyricist not a singer
Don't ever forget it's Gangsta
The Ladies they get the thumbs up
Coppers they just get the finger
Beloved

Da da di ri ri da ri da, di ri ri da ri da
You niggers know I'm hot right?
Da da di ri ri da di yey, di ri ri da di yey
You trying to take my spot right?