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Bonus Tony Yayo Classic Lyrics - Artist : Tony Yayo
[Tony Yayo:]
We sling Weed - Crack! - And Dope mixed with Opium While the Feds sweep the block like custodions 44 loons got my birds and dames holdin' 'em Rock mink longs made with Teflon soles in 'em I'm as big as King Kong - with the mind of Napoleon Cook up blow in straight AC-WOL Sodium I'm trying to sell records like Vanilla Ice And hang MC's up from balconies like Suge Knight In every event my team catch crazy stunts Rollin' eight deep like the Brady Bunch I keep 80s cause niggas tried to blaze me once And ride in big trucks so I ride for my drug lords and OG hustlers Imagine my face placed on Billboards and buses And record covers - even The Source magazine I used to be the one to extort the fiends Remember back then - when I slinged on the corner I had the sheep skin my girl had the leather balmer Around the time Mike was moonwalkin' Now I write the shit that'll have the whole hood talkin Hit ya shit up! - I'll make ya body spit back So don't fall victim to my gangsta rap I stay - strapped down like Crazus in CreeMore Got Macks, Trey Pounds, 3-80s and C-4 Niggaz on the dick whisper hiatus Cause they hear are shoes click gators slip bob gators [Storm P:] Before you see me on the island doing 3 and a quarter I be at the mexican border extorting your daughter All my hoes wear thongs, smoke weed outta bongs Run around chest naked, singing all my shit My raps weigh tonnes, niggaz can't escape um Fuck around with ray guns with the force of 8 guns Storm the type of nigga that could be at a party Pull my dick out at the bar and take a pee on your shorty Y'all niggaz make crumbs just to feed the birds I stay iceberged down in anisya furs I could shoot 10 bullets that travel through time And give 3 to the nigga that convinced you to rhyme And if y'all niggaz wanna know where the other 7 went To your mothers womb during the fetal development I inject needles that infect your cerebal Make you shrink a couple feet until your danny devito Make your dick so small you could fuck mosquito I'm bout to charge this nigga 95 thousand a verse And an extra 5 g's if they don't want me to curse I'm the storm to the p y'all a rhyme writing champ I think I'm bout to start my own rhyme writing camp Rappers are all ages younger than ally vegas Older than daddy kane is storm is the strangest I'm the greatest, I'm storm to the capital p And it's a privelage for these niggaz to be rapping with me Yo all y'all feel if your not your joking Niggaz can't be serious they even sniffing the smoke in [50 Cent:] It's all fucked up now what I'm a do now push your shit back Clap 1 in your gut fuck up your 6 pack You heard the rumor last year nigga 50 got back You heard the rumor this year nigga 50 got stabbed What's the rumor next year huh 50 was real mad Tore that nigga ja head off with the 4 4 mag I ain't gon till nigga you pussy irv I ain't gon say bj bitch I ain't gon tell niggaz they start in your click You just another broke nigga fronting like you rich Your secrets safe with me I won't say shit Niggaz running round stunting sayin they cut me up Well mother fucking 4 stitches ain't gon shut me up This is who I am nigga this here ain't no act My baby moms I'l wild out and stab me worse than that It's gangsta |
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