MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
tony yayo - assist
Uh yea g-unit
If you ever try to blemish my character
For notoriety shooter's I'l clap at ya
Crib full of decorated wall paper
Living in the spotlight homies tend to hate ya
Sandstone ferrari with the 4 seats
Su's rendevous the top put her on the streets
She a barbie in a barbie's world
2 blunts rozay lil mama hurl
The trap bringing in all that cheese quick
58, 58 the size of cheese nips
2 goddesses like charlie sheen
Dion cherokee cause they ass is mean
It's all love when we in the club
Keep a super shooter with me, kevin love
Steve nash that bitch show the homies love
Throw a nigga assist nigga love is love
I'm still fly motherfucker, suicide motherfucker
Sex so high I glide motherfucker
I don't walk, I don't talk these hoes no what the biznes
I fuck em duck em they suck me and then I ditch em
Catch me on the rebound hoe, rodman
Southside niggas with the goons and the goblins
Special with the k like cereal kellogs
The lick chopper kick like ling won sickkaa
Niggas talk but they don't live with the world say
I leave a nigga stretched right on the curb yay
You make the wrong move betcha I ali ya
Making money off that white boy, bieber
tony yayo - back seat
(feat. 50 Cent)
[50 Cent]
Now play my Tony Yayo shit
Yeah, 50 Cent
G-Unit
Remix
Tony Yayo
We gonna do it again
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe
Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo
Back seat of X5 or Range Rov'
So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - hoe
[Tony Yayo]
Hey yo, my truck talk for me
If I was bummy and ugly
Your bitch'll still have love for me
As long as I push a truck, rims chunky
Never open my lips, your bitch wanna fuck me
Beep the air horn, hop in turn the heat on
Pick you up off the streets get your feet warm
She giving sex cause the Lex truck takes unleaded
Big thick thighs, eyes browner than Sahara deserts
Deuce-Deuce, bitches, yeah they caught your eye
And them loud system full of bass and highs
You see that X5 BM
Packed with Puerto Ricans
Bad mommies on the low, just creepin
Niggas be frontin like they bubbling coke
But they really struggling with a high car note, ha ... (YEAH)
[50 Cent]
Might see me in the Jeep
Rollin' 'round 4 deep
And you know we on the creep
Nigga, I'm holdin' it
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo]
Back seat of my truck lets swing an episode
Fuck a hotel we have sex on the road
I pull the seats back
Put the sheets in the luggage rack
Pull out my balls
And play an Aaron Hall track
I tell a chick "Bend over, mami"
Hit 'em with the Henny Dick
Now my windows foggy
Its time to party, I got TV's, CD's and DVD's
Now bitch, get on your knees
You could be a model chick or a silly hood rat
Don't cum on my leather, don't stain my floor mats
Where's your baby mama?
She in the truck and I'm blessin her
Undressing her
Make hop out for air re-freshener
I ain't stressing her
'Cause my rims keep checkin her
She's 21, my rim size older than her
TWENTY TWO'S
[50 Cent]
Niggas say they want beef
But when they see me in the street
They don't slow down to speak
'Cause they know I'm holdin ..
tony yayo - body bag
They keep begging for a body bag
Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
They keep begging for a body bag
My gun got them on a...
It looks so pretty taking out competition
It even got a flashlight on the barrel
I click it on and I wave it at you
You think it's god when you see the light
But you won't see god homie you gonna die tonight
Marked for death let the bullets be the written symbol
I point them all and rock well right out the window
When it come to beef I squeeze on targets
My hands all bloody like rocky in a meat market
I squeeze harder than a python, with that 357 called python
Niggers hate my but my skin is thick
Point them out and I... hit him in his bricks
Now's all peace pouring out a little liquor
He died forced up, from a trigger finger
They keep begging for a body bag
Deep cock my shit put them in a bag
Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
They keep begging for a body bag
They keep begging for a body bag
Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
They keep begging for a body bag
Yeah, you ain't got a bag... I got you
Hold still show you what the glock do
... a nigger catch a holy ghost
Hole in the spine leave them with a scoliosis
... before I let you hold one
Lay for right where your... from
Fuck you out of here, you playing in the street
My niggers up and ready are you coughing up meat
I ain't lost enough sleep for drama to wear me out
Your pussy everything that your mouth is like...
No one is prouder whenever they see me out
Soured up, straight blown through a 3...
My finger hit you like money coming
Body bags want me nothing keep the guns bumping
Talk cheap but the slugs here cheaper
Know you want a body bag, but here's the grand reaper
They keep begging for a body bag
Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
They keep begging for a body bag
They keep begging for a body bag
Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
They keep begging for a body bag
Fuck that I gave a lot of passion
Let a lot of niggers live show a lot of compassion
I never took advantage of you weaklings
I could of green light the universe... beat down...
And be a massacre if I give the word
So I only serve those who truly deserve
This level of punishment is not for beginners
You acting like you can handle it
I'm a give it, I'm handing out life support systems
Shit bags and... for free, come and get some
When you see me in the club
Cause I ain't come for bitches, I come for blood
It's the return of the mac and revenge of the thug
Watch the attitude switch up and extract the bitch up
But now they in the present of some legendary niggers
Bumy ass nigger got his dummy ass hit up
They keep begging for a body bag
Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
They keep begging for a body bag
They keep begging for a body bag
Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
They keep begging for a body bag.
tony yayo - burn freestyle
(feat. 50 Cent)
[50 Cent:] GGGGGGG G Unit
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
In New York you get stalked like a snake's prey
Yo the streets is a battle field you die any day
Some cry on they knees when they pray
All you hear is he said she said around the way
I'm in the no fly zone private hide away
Tryin' to prolly with my sons like its Father's Day
When my revolver spray
You better andalay
I take ya moms away
Writin' rhymes 'till my arms decay
On mics I'm dynamite like Jay Jay
Listen hombre
I glisten in broad day
The feds got me framed in a picture
Cause I got my chick trained to hit ya
Like Amy Fisher
Let a slugs fly at a bug eyed judicier
Play Fat Cat and I'll strip you for your whiskers
We move Fishscale you messin' with Fish Yay
Make cars fish tail when we shoot at them brakes
We pop Mo's and puff ounces
In the club we pay off them bouncers
To lay off the Tray Pounders
When the cops raid the crib they want the houses
Fed times head lines read about us
Follow my fathers footsteps why bother?
Charter a few leer jets we got the Ganja
Never had a seed but I please your baby mama
Lick her on her knees but shes on Gabbanna
Put her on a track too ten niggas want her
Flaunt her
Get my cheese back on the corner
Nigga get a glance, hit the free lance performer
Heaven and hell will prevail when I'm a goner
[50 Cent:]
One time
Thats Tony Yayo
Lloyd Banks come on come on
[Tony Yayo:]
50 you can retire whenever you ready
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I'm in the mountains with the trees are palm
In a New York State Of Mind tryin' to freeze my arm up
Got the Balm
Blowin' on sticky with a slut
It went from "Hi how you doin?" to a quicky in the truck
I'm tryin' to find where the party is at
I'm bringin' me, Jesse, Ferrari and Black
My hood is all fucked up it ain't no goals
The little boys turn to convicts and girls turn to hos
I'm ridin' through the Valley where you might hear turns like "Ese homes"
Mama ain't raised no fool I'm talented and gifted
I practice in boats so I could balance it
I'm fresh out the dirt nigga you washed up
Thirty something and never seen a fan star struck
[50 Cent:]
Yeah ya lame
Ya wanksta
tony yayo - come out
Y'all niggas wanna rump with me not me
I'm not a rude boy I'm a Haitian gangsta
Y'all niggas wanna rump with me not me
I roll with 80 shooters and they all is gangsta
Jealous ones envy money cause greed
44 colt put ya dick on ya sleeve
While 50 lift weights, tony lift toast
Pull it out rappers turn into Cinnamon toast
Cowards, spin on my rope, chillin' on boats
Put the "d" in the blender start blending the dope
Yo I'm raw like that coke in a liquid form
In the club with my starp till the liquors gone
Yo that friendly extortion turns into blood money
I could buy my own army with that Pablo es money
Glock auto matie yo, bitch gotta fatty yo
For 14 bricks Pablo killed Fabio
Cop 5 acres, the pool and the patio
My flow is speradical, whites think it's radical
I spit 16 like a sawed of calico
It's T-O-N-Y my flow is phenomenal
You can run but you can't hide nigggggaaa
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Pop shit with my pistol bigggerr
Come out, come out, wherever you are
You could run outta town put tints on your car
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Have a vest on your chest I murder you par
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Come out, come out, wherever you are
I see y'all in ya cars show me what the signs bout
After you do that I shoot you with the 9 spout
Pull the 9 out, pull your spines out
Holes in your car it could be hard to climb out
Me and Yayo spin through, the city with them guns
These ar 15's playin' Frisbee with ya lungs
Me and p nigga, gettin' busy with them guns
Me and 50 get it for 5 for 50 in the slums
So nigga act up these shotties attached to our legs
The infared beam attached to your head
We act like mones, homie we attach the bread
These cowards work for the government attached to the feds
So come out, come out, wherever you are
Or the guns, the guns, coming outta that car
Once the bullets outta the chamber, straight up danger
Nigga bodies all nice like the new york rangers
I know alot of niggas is jealous, alot of niggas is greedy
And lotayou niggas concentratin' on me so much
I can feel ya vibrations
Man I'm all the way in England with a tingling sensation
In my thoughts somethings telling me to set it off
Just in case you try to front later on
I said, somethings telling me to come shoot ya
Just in case that you front in the future
So I nipped that in the bud, get back in the truck
With the 3 inch glass, shoot that if you want
Don't turn up the music that's Tony Cocaine
And Pcp yea that G-Unit gang
Got a young gun named Nyce that's ready to pop
And when the shit gets thick you need 40 Glock
I told niggas don't paly with me but you don't listen
Till wap squeeze the wap and you get chunks tooken of your arms
And your skull when them things pull
The cops gon get low them shots coming through
In your arms and your skull, when them things pull
The cops gon get low them shots coming through
tony yayo - curious
[Tony Yayo (talking with girl)]
I'm sayin wat's your name?
(My name is Kay)
Where you from?
(I'm from Brooklyn)
I'm sayin so why you wit that bird over there?
Now I don't wanna sound like a hater
(Because he can work the middle)
Oh alrite but I can too
(Lets find out)
Hahah
[Joe-Chorus]
Ma I'm curious (yea)
I wonder if I can make you mine
Baby I'm curious (so curious)
I wonder if we can spend some time
Shorty I'm curious (whoa)
Girl I wanna know wat's on your mind
Baby I'm curious (so curious)
I wonder if I can make you mine
Yayo
[Tony Yayo]
Ma I'm curious to know if I lick that spot
Will it make your body shiver and your panties drop?
Ya baby father is a lame, he a dead beat dad
So you and your kids can come cruise in my Jag
You my boo like Usher and Alicia Keys
And every time that you touch me girl you please my needs
We like George and Weezy, Jada and Will
Lets shop till we drop out in Beverly Hills
I'm curious to know if you want me girl
If so ma lets fly the country girl
I'm not sellin you a dream girl I'll give you the world
You want them furs and the minks and them diamond pearls
[Joe-Chorus]
Ma I'm curious (yea)
I wonder if I can make you mine
Baby I'm curious (so curious)
I wonder if we can spend some time
Shorty I'm curious (whoa)
Girl I wanna know wat's on your mind
Baby I'm curious (so curious)
I wonder if I can make you mine
[Tony Yayo]
I saw her in the projects goin to the store
I never had a crush like this before
Her baby daddy is a killer, he hold weight in Attica
But every time he home, he beatin her and smackin her
Ma you don't need your face black and blue
You need diamonds from Jacob that's black and blue
Water front property you see the sun risin
Back to the subject let me stop fantasizing
Listen boo, nobody in the world is perfect
So when you around my team theres no need to be nervous
I hit it from the back pull out your tracks
This curiosity girl, you's the cat
[Joe-Chorus x2]
Ma I'm curious (yea)
I wonder if I can make you mine
Baby I'm curious (so curious)
I wonder if we can spend some time
Shorty I'm curious (whoa)
Girl I wanna know wat's on your mind
Baby I'm curious (so curious)
I wonder if I can make you mine
I wanna make you mine baby
I gotta make you mine baby
Said I wanna make you mine baby
Gotta make you mine baby
Ohhhh
So curious ohhh yeaaa
tony yayo - dear suzie
[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Aiyyo Fif' (yeah)
Yo Fif', I got this letter from this girl (word?)
Finna write her back man
I'ma tell you what I told her though (what you said?)
Listen..
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I read your letters locked up in my cell
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I see you know I'm a star in jail
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail
[Tony Yayo]
Dear Suzie, I ain't have sex in a while
I'm in jail with my niggaz; beatin off to your pictures
You only writin letters cause I'm headed towards the riches
And I'm only writin letters cause your head game vicious
What's today's date, and today's time?
Sit-ups, push-ups and write a new rhyme
I'm about to lock it so I'ma write this letter
Was your day okay? Is your mother better?
I'ma put this bid in, cause summertime is comin
And when it start gettin hot, also tired of cummin
I'm in dorm two lower ma, here's my address
Send my G-Unit and my mailin package
Now Suzie, you know I would never try to use you or fool you
But can your friend Kim be my mule boo?
Give me some days, I'ma write you back
Send that new don diva a quarter a pack
And when you come to my visit, don't wear no drawers
It's your pimp, your playa, sincerely yours
Goodbye.. goodbye.. goodbye.. goodbye
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
I went from Manhattan coons to Allana downstate
To Oster County and then shock upstate
But anyway ma I be home in January
'til then, keep it tight like the Holy Virgin Mary
And had a rumble in my house, a sneak thief got cut
From his ear to his chin got his ass ripped up
I got the phone on lock, from nine to ten
I just got off the jack, with 50 and Em
Listen Ms. X-and-O, you love my flow
Baby I'm waitin on your mail, here come the C.O
Ma it's Tony Yayo, girl I'm bound to blow
I can't wait to come home and perform a show
Get some ice from Jacob's, so my neck can glow
Twist some haze, twist some hash and a pound of dro
Buy some dice, throw chips, matter fact c-low
Dear groupie lights out, girl it's time to go
[Chorus]
tony yayo - domepiece
Rule 15 question enemies till the finish
The consequence is death or a long sentence
Friend turn to foe
I shake em off like blunt ashes
On my wire cell clothes cause they male hoes
Make a move catch a mack shell
Broken wings on your back you a match well
R.I.p to michael, he died and made the world stop
80's had the parting of a white top tiger shop
Run in your studio hit your hard drive
Harlem really took a hit when big l died
The whole bedstuy cried when big poppa died
The re annowned g-unit we born to ride
Homocide don't care about that homocide
They coppin coffee and donuts a nigga died
We don't give a fuck about the police
4-10 I'll split your whole domepiece
Hit rikers and scrap over dorm tv's
New york streets leave alot of casualties
The latin kings wanna watch caliente
The bloods wanna catch the game and watch the knicks play
Now it's a day room brawl horriffic
Blood smeared all on the wall
When you was free you'd damn sure had tv
In the beacon bloods got they names on the seats
This is for them g's in mdc
Fat dalans they never gone see the streets
In the feds I met a real nigga named sassy
He had a box full of tapes the wire tap was nasty
In his cell all he did was listen to em
His right hand ratted the streets screwed him
tony yayo - drama setter
(Jail Guard)
Mr. Yayo
Your free to go
So I guess this means
I'll see you tomorrow
(laughing)
[Eminem]
Guess who's home, Tony Yayo
Obie Trice come on
[Eminem]Chours
I'm a Drama Setter
Gripping my baretta
Sipping Armaretta
Man you crazy if you think Ima let up
I told you I'm a Drama Setter
I'll be the first to set it homie
You can bet it
Just don't get in the way of my chedda,
Man cause I'm a Drama Setter
I don't go looking for no trouble, but somehow the trouble always finds me
Don't make me have you in the trauma center, with you momma crying cause her only son is dying
She just don't know it's just your karma catching up
Cause I'm a Drama Sette
[Tony Yayo]Verse 1
I'll poke you man
I'm Riker's Island Pokemon
I got G.O.'s bringin me Filet Mingon
But now a nigga home looking frail in a drop
With a bitch shotgun that's inhaling the cock
I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops
And got glocks in letule
On broke days we used to put water in our cereal
Now we crossing borders just to shoot another video
It's Tony Montano full body armor soning niggas like Alfredo in Godfather
Two shot revolver that Dillinger shit
In the A-R 15, Bentley or six
We taking trips to Morocco just to tan
We smoke weed in restaurants in Amsterdam
I was worth a hundred grams
Now I'm worth a cool million
I'll put money on your hairline your dime and your children
[Eminem]Chours
[Obie Trice]Verse 2
Since Yayo is home them A-R's is drawn(Guns cock)
Obie's Guerrila Unit fuck affilia-tion
We are one
It is senslessfor you to prevent this
The 40. cal put you up under some photosynthesis
At any given instant
Another incident
You just got a glimpse of Obie and Yay's temperment
And we holding them K's that's why homie won't age
Isn't it that Tony's enraged
They throw him in cages
But now my nigga's loose
Our crews is bulletproof all brought to you from whom's pupils
Baby blues his short fuses put your portrait on the news
Them screws is loose when you fucking with them shady dudes
[Eminem]Chours
[Tony Yayo]Verse 3
Got fat while I was gone, but now I'm here
And yall rappers only bust shots only in fear
Chinchillas on my back
Itchy fingers on the mac
Get scrilla off of crack
Get fifty's shooter bac
Listen homie, don't let them niggas amp you money
Cause I got niggas in Queens that kill for pamper money
Move like Kaiser Jayson Williams slaughter the driver
My daughter Maniyah know that the kid spit fire
Reality rap, nigga check my salary cap I give guns to my soldiers with a battery pack
What you know about light planes and heavy coke
And them drugs being smuggled on them fast speed boats
It's the rap tycoon, Tony you all know me...see me on MTV
I'm a parole I was out for 12 hours and went right back in
For three hots and 1 cot doin time in the pen
[Eminem]Chours
(Em and Yayo talking)
[Tony Yayo] Yeah nigga thank you Marshall
[Eminem] No problem
[Tony Yayo] We dont stop save the best for the last Talk of New York Thoughts of a Predicate Felon
Blue Hefner Lloyd Banks Buck, Marley Young Buck,Curtis "Interscope" Jackson
[Eminem] "Shady Aftermath" Mathers
[Tony Yayo] Olivia
[Eminem] O. Trice, Stat Quo
[Tony Yayo] We gonna keep getting this money yall rappers gonna keep hating
[Em & Yayo] Fuck Yall
[Tony Yayo] Yall want problems, I'm built for this shit, Shady Aftermath, G-Unit, We run this rap shit
tony yayo - eastside westside
[Tony Yayo]
This that gangster shit (uh-huh)
This that rider shit (uh-huh)
This that gangster shit (uh-huh)
This that rider shit
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside
Down South niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me - CAUSE I'M A GANGSTER!
I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside
Southside niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me - CAUSE I'M A RIDER!
[Tony Yayo]
I'm in that black Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters
I ride through your hood and I shine like Jesus
These hoes be lovin you, pushin a vehicle
Picked her up in my BMW
760 in a Nautica color
When I'm rollin on mine ain't no room for rubber
Tryin to push 800's, they ain't made them yet
Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top Lex
Yo I'm rich so I move in layers, hits make new careers
That's why your bitch on my dick suckin pubic hairs
My gat is ready, my mac is ready
I got a three-five blow 'em like Tackleberry
Yo I told y'all niggaz we would take it to the top
Now we gettin rich and the paper don't stop
Half a mill' deal I signed with Reebok
Goin hardbody like a nigga in Comstock
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Mr. Telephone Man, the feds is tappin my line
Everytime I dial my connects numbers, for bricks all the time
Yo I got a Motorola, Sprint and NexTel
The feds got a hit when I'm makin my next sale - I'm hot
645 drop fresh off the lot
Stash hold a mac with a fridge in the back
I'm that bad bad wolf that'll blow your house down
Three lil' piggies better hold your spots down
One house had bricks, the other had weed
And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese
27 ki's, that's one point three-five
I'm rich nigga, but I still ride in that hoo-ride
Gold-plated AK's, stupid guns
Like Qusay and Usay *, Saddam's sons
[Chorus]
tony yayo - fake love
[Intro]
My life..
My life..
My life..
My life..
[Tony Yayo Intro]
Yeah..
Yeah..
Yeah..
[Chorus]
Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend fuck your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend
[Verse]
50 got Yayo gettin' all this cash
Now all these Yes men wanna kiss my ass
But back in the street you aint help me re-up
Locked up, i had court dates, you never showed up
What the fuck, tell me what you grinnin' at nigga
If i get killed, my stash, you spendin' that nigga
Some people want nutin' outta life
And some people want it all, let's ball
I see the jealousy and envy when you see me shoppin'
Saphire watch, got your jaw droppin'
When i move that 8th, you were 7 gram coppin'
You ain't happy for me, you hope that the Feds watchin'
I aint stoppin, homie i'm number one
Why you schemin' on me, i'm plain and dumb
So when it comes to the point, that you ready to flip
I'ma pull out first, and let off my clip, Take That!
[Chorus]
Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend fuck your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend
[Verse]
Now your man ain't your man if he extortin' you nigga
And your man ain't your man if he shortenin' you nigga
Listen money talks, and bullshit run marathons
When your money's gone, thats when them hoes gon'
Fake love is when a nigga sets you up
How he knew about your chain when your ching was tucked
You know the type that rats you out, sell you out
Get locked, your man ain't gon' bail you out
You got a brand new whip, your shit is lovely
Yeah it's aight, but its rims is ugly
Fake friends, show fake love
You know the type of nigga that'll leave you in the club
Fake love..
[Chorus]
Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend fuck your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend
tony yayo - gangsta shorty
[Tony Yayo:]
I need a gangsta bitch
Cause I'm a gangsta nigga
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Some days I'm happy and some I'm not
You was there for me baby when I was on lock
And them 8 hour trips really meant alot
You even called MCI when the phone was blocked
Listen ma, I ain't tryin' to be ya baby father
I'll be there when you need me ya knight in shining armor
Sippin' Malibu loungin' in the Malibu Mountains
Now we livin' straight no more Section 8 Housing
Its just me and my bitch you know like Big said
Take me to exctasy lovin' in the bed
Do you love me or love that I'm rappin?
Nah she like that white gold, rose gold, pink gold and platinum
[Chorus: Olivia]
Oh I'll do anything for you
I'll do anything that you want me to
Cause i'm your gangsta boo
Yeeeeesss I'll take a Greyhound trip for you
Carry that work across town in a day or two
Cause i'm your gangsta who'll do anything for you
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
My uptown mami she materialistic
My BK shorty down to hold the biscuit
My Qu shorty she one of a kind
So if you ain't got game don't waste your time
My down south bitch she keep it crunk
And my bitch in Cali man she love them blunts
When it comes to sex baby the kid can last
I stay real real hard like the calculus glass
Ma my hands up your shirt girl feelin' on your panties
Fingers all sticky off that pink cotton candy
Sexin' on the beach where its hot and sandy
Apple martinis out in Miami
[Chorus: Olivia]
Oh I'll do anything for you
I'll do anything that you want me to
Cause i'm your gangsta boo
Yeeeeesss I'll take a Greyhound trip for you
Carry that work across town in a day or two
Cause i'm your gangsta that'll do anything for you
[Tony Yayo: Singing]
We had our share of troubles
Many more than others
With a little love and understanding
We can fly high than any mountain
Ha ha I'm just playing
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
What make you a good girl with Gucci on your feet
Livin' in the club and hangin' in the street
Keeki a dime she straight from uptown
She move like Mimi's girls in the Pussy Pound
And Hera
I met her in Lord And Taylor
By Clinique and Mac
Baby got back
Whats up with that?
Don Perigon
The boots from Batetto Vennetto cost a arm
[Chorus: Olivia]
Oh I'll do anything for you
I'll do anything that you want me to
Cause i'm your gangsta boo
Yeeeeesss I'll take a Greyhound trip for you
Carry that work across town in a day or two
Cause i'm your gangsta who'll do anything for you
[Olivia:]
Gangsta boo
tony yayo - haters
Big Up! To all my haters, all my haters, all my haters!
[Tony Yayo]
(Unh, yeah) F*ck state greens, I'm tryna (tryin' to) kick b*tch
Quarter key, I ball a key, Blake Grif.
Jet ski, black sand, bad b*tch, my passport need pages for the next trip
Fall asleep, we got the cars that your a** dream of
Kush, loud pack, let your b*tch blow some steam off.
I keep the Ruger under the Rugby
These h*es hear the rumors and they love me, love me
Fast cars, loose women, the high life
We bust bottles, smoke weed all night
Ern Mast cost as much as the 'Gators so...
(Roscoe Dash) Big Up! To all my haters!
[50 Cent: Chorus x2]
All we do is cuttin' with the paper, p-paper,
Big ballin' make a hater wanna hate us, h-hate us
Can't take it when they see the money makers,
We make a
Whole lot of money, who, who, whole lot of money.
[Shawty Lo]
Shawty Lo, I hear you hate us
All the small talk, a little later
Yeah, they know, me and Yayo
In the Ny, plenty Yayos
B*tch betta have my money
Water came in, now I'm faded as a diamond
Got them b*tches as New Jack City
Count' on my knee, money and I ain't magic city
B*tch I'm Shawty, born home Charlotte
West Side's on one, bank head Shawty
B*tch I'm wit' it, brought home ticket
And I got the whole, chi chi chi chi chi, you ain't wit me, wit me!
[50 Cent: Chorus x2]
All we do is cuttin' with the paper, p-paper,
Big ballin' make a hater wanna hate us, h-hate us
Can't take it when they see the money makers,
We make a
Whole lot of money, who, who, whole lot of money.
[Roscoe Dash]
Attracted to the money like bees on honey
My swag on dummy, cash on runny
(And) I'm way more than what you asked for, honey
Pockets on collection plate from the last four Sundys (Sundays)
I'm ill, hold the pills, my skills, so forreal
Watch this candy rain fall, I'm on the real, 'No Hands' forreal
I'm on a whole 'nother plateau
'Lean Back,' Fat Joe
I ain't got time to be concerned with you, a**hole
Status all wavy, I'm on to y'all hatin'
I'm so far ahead, I'm sittin' down waitin'
I feel your frustration for my very last statement
Umm, Big Up! To all my haters!
[50 Cent: Chorus x2]
All we do is cuttin' with the paper, p-paper,
Big ballin' make a hater wanna hate us, h-hate us
Can't take it when they see the money makers,
We make a
Whole lot of money, who, who, whole lot of money.
tony yayo - homicide
[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Turn me up in them fuckin headphones real quick man
I'm feelin to body this track
and body a nigga when I get the fuck outta here man
[Tony Yayo]
Cocksucker this ain't rap, check my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet
44 bulldog, get money hustle hard
So the feds want my face on that damn number card
I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop button
So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin
I help you wit'cho bitch, I'm lovin your dame
Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein
Niggaz talk it they don't live it, these niggaz is butt
Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked
I'm in apartment 4B, wipin down the llama
With two freaks kissin like, Britney and Madonna
And you know how I ride when the beef is on
Pull up, LA LA like Jamaican songs
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide all around
There's a hole, there's a hole
There's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all around
There's a body, there's a body
There's a body in a drop, body in a lot
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide all around
[Tony Yayo]
I'm in that brand new Range; when I pull up kid
I turn your brains into red concrete stains
That's the beauty of gruesome violence
I'm loudmouth nigga but my Ruger silent
Sun-up, sundown, my fishscale move
And if a nigga wanna stop it he gon' be fish food
Yeah Yayo rhyme but I murk a person
And when your mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchin
Gas your team, nigga I'ma blast your team
I got plastic milk jugs full of gasoline
Four-fours bark loud, you layin in heaven
While your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depression
I turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinni
Like that bitch did that rasta in "New Jack City"
In broad daylight, you better think twice
Or that thing on your hip nigga better spray right
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide all around
It's a hole, it's a hole
It's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all around
It's a body, it's a body
It's a body in a drop, body on the block
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide all around
[Tony Yayo]
Feelin to fuckin kill somebody right now nigga, fuck!
Got a SHITLOAD of guns right now nigga
Homicide come around I'm gone nigga
When you see them suits and ties
You best to believe I did that to you nigga
Matter of fact I didn't do that to you
Huh, c'mon man, shit is real man
This is for them niggaz - fuck yo listen lemme tell you somethin
Don't run up on no whip
Just run up on a nigga and blow his fuckin brains out
That's what, that's gangsta nigga - you hear me?
Don't fuckin run up on a whip and spray somethin
Lemme see you, shoot a nigga brains out
and stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherfucker!
tony yayo - i just wanna
(50 Cent)
Look nigga, if you don't love yourself
Ain't nobody gon love you
Your shit ain't right
What bitch in her right mind gon' f-ck you
That's what they told me then
So I was like "fuck a bitch"
Bitch I'mma grind, imma shine, everytime blow they mind
Oh now she like me, oh oh oh now they like me
All I want is a blow job
This bitch wanna be wifey
No 3-course meal, all I want is fast food
I wanna have fun, how about a cookie huh?
(Hook)
I don't wanna love you
I just wanna unbutton your blouse
And let the girls out
I wanna fuck you
Maybe later on, if you're free
You can come to my house
Only if you want to
We can get freakier and freakier than
You've ever been, if you want to
We can get freakier and freakier
You can bring a friend
(Tony Yayo)
Bitches from Belize, keep all in the weed
Remy crew got me sweating out a remi weave
Fuck a model tonight, my bitch is from the
She the project pimp tease
Them hood bitches always bring back memories
They all catch the makers like "Yayo you remember ME?"
I certainly do, pull the curtain on a '62
Hands was free, she on her menstrual
I promise I don't love em, I don't cuff em
I don't pay a bitch's rent
To have the next nigga fuckin'
I'm a pimp with principles
Killin with visuals
My diamonds like
(Hook)
I don't wanna love you
I just wanna unbutton your blouse
And let the girls out
I wanna fuck you
Maybe later on, if you're free
You can come to my house
Only if you want to
We can get freakier and freakier than
You've ever been, if you want to
We can get freakier and freakier
You can bring a friend
(50 Cent)
I don't want a relationship, I just wanna have fun
In every position, we can come up with til we're done
And my request is to be kickin shit in my ear
Like to hear what youre thinking, after laughing and drinking
We can have a ball, we can do it all
Moonshine light up the sky at night time
Any time could be the right time
I'm sort of impulsive, I'm kinda explosive
Me, Take a little at a time in doses
Once you're addicted, I just wanna kick it
You could pick the spot, I'll be there with the quickness
Give it to you good, when I'm gone
I'm sure you gon miss this
(Hook)
I don't wanna love you
I just wanna unbutton your blouse
And let the girls out
I wanna fuck you
Maybe later on, if you're free
You can come to my house
Only if you want to
We can get freakier and freakier than
You've ever been, if you want to
We can get freakier and freakier
You can bring a friend
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