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[Cell Door Closing]
[Indistant Talking]
[Guard Saying Yayo]
Ain't nobody talking when I'm talking, fellas so shut the fuck up.
Following items, replacing an envelope
is a caller off. Empty wallet, legal paperwork, first 3 out of the ten.
([Guard Saying] Lionel saying Goodbye lil' bitch...Let's Go). 'K open your
mouth, stick out your tongue,
or right through your ears. 'K bend your hands over, shake em' out with your
fingers.
Hands above your head...and hands out in front of you...Hold em. Wiggle Your
fingers. Reach down and lift
up your nut sack...Drop Your Nut sack..Skin back your dick. Now turn around. One
foot at a time pick
em' up. Wiggle your toes....Other Foot. Kay' bend over..grab yo' ass...Spread
Your cheeks,and give me
two good calls....
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[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
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[chorus]
22's on the Porsche drugs henny in the fridge
dats how we live it is wut it is
we run up in your crib snatchin kids in your wiz
we know where you live it is wut it is
if we cant eat then your team cant live
that's how it is it is wut it is
nigga that's how it is it is wut it is
nigga that's how it is it is wut it is
[verse 1 yayo]
im crippin everyday token meet Jamaica
my pistol get it poppin like the pistons and the pacers
im the messenger of misery I move discrete
you kiddin me my victory is in the jaws of defeat
then these haters wana kill me cuz my dreams is reality
the sig with the beam will cause a fatality
just caught a case but it's a minor technicality
with shooters on the street prosecuters keep houndin me
wut you know about grammy speeches sandy beaches
pales that seedless four pounds and sweepers
movie features groupie divas deals wit sneakers
secluded in the woods from the snakes and leaches
Im makin money on the road homie autographin ass
while you on a silver horse with your metro pass
for every dollar you make nigga I make a G
damn it feels good to live life like me
[chorus]
22's on the Porsche drugs henny in the fridge
dats how we live it is wut it is
we run up in your crib snatchin kids in your wiz
we know where you live it is wut it is
if we cant eat then your team cant live
that's how it is it is wut it is
nigga that's how it is it is wut it is
nigga that's how it is it is wut it is
[verse 2 Spider Loc]
its spider and big yay, we doin it which way?
real big cuz he stay where the rich stay
we get it crackin like a high school ditch day
ghetto mackin is how I do the inch pay
a escalade and a two che six tray
but his life is the price that the snitch pay
but its polital my paper sprowtin
my girl get upset I don't take her out n
my choice of occupation make her doubting
ill be out the front door I cant take the poutin
im about anything thatll make a mountin of this moolah
ooh all the cake im countin
see the games too deep I cant shake im scoutin the clout
a fast line like the lakers shoutin
tryna have me a flat wit some acres
out in the boon docks so I move without them fakers
[chorus]
22's on the Porsche drugs henny in the fridge
dats how we live it is wut it is
we run up in your crib snatchin kids in your wiz
we know where you live it is wut it is
if we cant eat then your team cant live
that's how it is it is wut it is
nigga that's how it is it is wut it is
nigga that's how it is it is wut it is
[verse 3 yayo]
im filthy so stop hatin the milli's wut im waving
you guilty by association you payin for operations
your kids be orphans coughin up orcids
we sprayin up your benz you layin in coffins
its gunit click nigga you love wut we spit nigga
my wrist glist and glitter cuz we sittin on six figgas
yo its all about the benjamins feel the adrenalin
yo we killin em wit beats from dre and eminem
your bitch keep runnin me I know she feelin me
my last cap and gown was in elementary
the kid is back the kid is crack
im hot hot the way we rap we blazin tracks
you not not and em on the beat I had to hire marshall
so we keep the club packed full of fire marshals
nigga em on the beat I had to hire marshall
so we keep the club packed full of fire marshals
[chorus]
22's on the Porsche drugs henny in the fridge
dats how we live it is wut it is
we run up in your crib snatchin kids in your wiz
we know where you live it is wut it is
if we cant eat then your team cant live
that's how it is it is wut it is
nigga that's how it is it is wut it is
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[Intro / Chorus 2X: Tony Yayo]
I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
You coward nigga, you teller nigga
Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
[Tony Yayo]
There's rats in the street, and rats in the jail
In the feds, rats wear wires in they cell
Shit Steven Seagal, I used to love his karate
But even he snitched, he told on Peter Gotti
Pillowtalk wit'cha girl about that German Ruger
got her in a small room with the prosecutor
Watch ya shooter, them feds givin years for them guns
And there's nowhere to hide, when the marshals come
D.A. don't play, giving life off of hearsay
And right hand on the stand for conspiracy
Kingpin charges, and that RICO law
got agents in your spot for them bricks of raw
And people tellin on you that you never saw
Like your next door neighbor that live on your floor
The game over, man everybody wanna snatch
Fat Cat and Alpo nigga started this shit
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Now he rattin on his co-D's, snitchin on his homies
to government officials, and U.S. attorneys
He told about his lifestyle and old war stories
The brawl in B-more in the stall with them shorties
Out of town trips, cocaine connects
He told about the ratchets, fo'-fifths and tecs
He snitched about the diesel, stashed in the ceiling
He bragged about them kids that caught bodies in his building
He told on himself and told on his right hand
He talked about taxes and credit card scams
Joe took the stand, he sold his soul
But little did he know he dug a deeper hole
He lied on his friends and the judge flipped on him
Now he in Fort Dix with a man's dick on him
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Death before dishonor, what happened to that?
Them wolves in lamb's clothing is the ones that's rat
Nicky Barnes and Alpo, Cat and Freeze
I heard Ta-Ta tellin just to get that cheese
Pipe on death row, they told on Pete
They the reason that pistol ain't on the street
Chris Portello, yeah he used to fuck with Madonna
The South Beach King is, federal informer
Homey watch the corner, slingin that crack
That kid C.K. told on O.G. Mack
Sammy the Bull man, he the biggest of them all
He broke the code, he made the whole mob fall
Italian Joe Camby, he messed up the game
He tellin on his people like Saddam Hussein
So when you standin on that corner, chillin wit'cha fellas
Kid watch your back for them damn tattle tellers
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
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Aww n**** do you know what this is
One shot one kill whats the deal G-UNIT! (here we go now!)
Aww n**** do you know who you with
It's tony yayo up in this bitch
Got them German lugers with them hollow tips
See shot lugers with an extra clip
[50 CENT:]
50 cent back on that gangsta shit
On my way OD to flip them bricks
In that big body benz you know its oh 6
Got your bitch on my dick i stack them chips
And a flash as a fuck my jewels so sick
From a block away you can see them kid
Dont front mothafucka you know my style
I dont go nowhere without my 40 cal
on the low shorty gotta thing for the kid
And you know im finna take ha back to the crib
Here we go imma show her how a playa live
At the door i tell her to take her clothes off...shit
[HOOK:]
[50 CENT]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
[TONY YAYO:]
I put the g in g-unit baby i got game
Head to go good to go and i dont know your name
Is it the wheels on the hot car meals on the shock bar
Or you just wanna quickie with a rap star
Ladies tell the truth you know im cute
But what really turns you on is the rims on my coupe
Before you jump in my whip and you get dropped off
You goin to the telly and you gettin popped off
I cant stop thinkin of the things you do
When your freakin me and im freakin you
I said the ice on my neck make the shortys stare
Baby let me fly you in my leer
Stop slow down baby if you hear this in the club shake and go down baby
Its past my curfew but parole don't know
Tear up the club dont call my p.o.
[HOOK:]
[50 CENT]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move is makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
[TONY YAYO:]
ma waves be spinnin - ma charm be amazin women
You know them black and them white and the asian women
Lets cut the small talk you know why i approached you
I can't stand when a dime act anti-social
Gucci LipGloss - Louis Vuitton ,and the boots from batego vanetto cost a arm
Yayos a don my car european
You got mirrors in your pants cause i can see me in um
Listen i piss out cris inhale haze
Im in da marriot gettin laid all day
Tattoos and piercings and rings in your tongue
Shorty things like that`ll make my black ass cum
I need groupie love the coupe on dubs
Im in this club with a tre pound star
Dont blame it on david im all iced out
Cause 50 got me rich so the bar all priced out
[HOOK:]
[50 CENT]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move is makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
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[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
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[ Intro ]
Guard: Mr. Yayo, your free to go, so I guess this means I'll see you tomorrow
Eminem: Guess who's home? Tony Yayo, Obie Trice, C'mon!
[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]
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 don't know it's just your karma catching upcause I'm a Drama Setter
[ Verse 1 ] [ Tony Yayo ]
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 Lexus so we ride behind cops
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
[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]
[ Verse 2 ] [ Obie Trice ]
Since Yayo is home, them A-R's is drawn
Obie's Guerrila Unit, fuck affilia-tion
We are one it is sensless, for you to prevent this
The 40, cal'll 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
Nigga them screws is loose when you fucking with them shady dudes
[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]
[ Verse 3 ] [ Tony Yayo ]
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 back
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
[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]
[ Outro ] [ Eminem and Yayo ]
Y: Yeah nigga thank you Marshall
E: No problem
Y: We dont stop, save the best for the last, Talk of New York - Thoughts of a Predicate Felon baby. Blue Hefner, Lloyd Banks, Buck Marley, Young Buck, Curtis "Interscope" Jackson
E: "Shady Aftermath" Mathers
Y: Olivia
E: O. Trice, Stat Quo
Y: We gonna keep getting this money, Y’all rappers gonna keep hating
E and Y:Fuck Yall
Y: Y’all want problems, I'm built for this shit
Shady/Aftermath, G-Unit, We run this rap shit!
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Olivia:
Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh
Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh
We, We don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my n****s come threw
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster, gangster
50 Cent:
Yeah
I come creepin' through your hood in the day or the night, boy
It’s good that you ain't scared to die cuz you might, boy
Nigger cross the line and my wolves will jump on you
The beef escalade, they'll be back to dump on you
They follow orders. I tell 'em to let off that pump at you
Before you snitch, yeah, see I know what you chumps will do
Sunny day; hot fudge, vanilla, banana split
Four niggers in the whip A.K. banana clip
Wartime, frontline, n**** ride or running high
Everything alive dies Why X why, why cry?
Man up chump where we in is for the week
You can hold your own or get left for dead in the street
Olivia:
We, We don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my n****s come threw
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster, gangster
Tony Yayo:
Yeah Yeah
In the hood when I pop up
Minked up and wrapped up
Niggers ice grill cause he’s old G's is washed up
I got a left like Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
Niggers keen but they sweeted it; cookies and cream
Homie I got more blocks than Hakim the dream
That ain't task force money, that’s Gun police
I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise
Cruising streets, stuntin in that maybach 62
Nigger run my dope 4 for 62, come on
A gram, my man, my plans to expand
Try to trixing you hooks to catscans
Olivia:
We, We don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my n****s come threw
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster, gangster
Lloyd Banks:
I got a crew o' schizo’s behind me
I give em the word to wet your whole block up
Like the tsunami try me
Hey your mommy will be right in the lobby
And they’ll be feeding you jell-o
Like you Bill Cosby
Yeah everybody yelling (yeah) so the beef cooks
And somebody gets hit in the melon
Then they tell ‘em don't go tongue-lashing wit Lloyd
Niggers'll put stabs in your boy like Brad Pitt in troy
You'll be shaking like a cuddy with his last bit of boy
And I'll be calm cuz it's bulletproof glass in the toy
Yeah I'm flashy as fuck, mashin' with buck
Windows up blowing big cause the stash in the trunk
Olivia:
We, We don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfuckers ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my n****s come threw
Ya'll little motherfuckers ain't gangster, gangster
Oeh
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[Intro / Chorus: Tony Yayo]
I don't, love, hoes - I'm sharin them
I ain't lovin them, or handcuffin them - cause baby I'm pimpin
You, love, hoes - you chasin them
You be lacin them, while I'm replacin them - cause baby I'm pimpin
[Tony Yayo]
I lay my pimp game down when it comes to these bitches
They do what I say and obey all my wishes
Wash all my clothes and clean dirty dishes
I turn a sweet bitch to a switchblade sister
While you shop on Melrose, buyin hoes shoes
I'm in Mickey D's buyin #2's
Now get yo' ass on the track and get the dough for me
I'm the #1 pimp, so she chosen me
And my hoes where the ballers and bros be
They collect them G's and they give 'em to me
I'm pimpin, no perm, just gators
Pimpin, show you how to stunt on them haters
Pimpin, flossin in that new Cadillac
Pimpin, chinchil' with the fur hat
Pimpin, I show you how to school a hoe
And when you chasin them bitches I'm chasin the dough (YEAH!)
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Freakin, I ain't speakin, girl I ain'tcha hubby
Ma back that thing up, girl time is money
You ain't freakin I ain't speakin girl I ain't no dummy
And we can play the Marriott, ball, pop some bubbly
That said if 50 can't get none, I ain't speakin
Girl I ain't speakin, girl I ain't speakin
I said if Banks can't get none, I ain't speakin
Girl I ain't speakin, girl I ain't speakin
Yeah Lisa and Kim, they "Straight Outta Ca$hville"
I met 'em with Buck, in his mansion in Nashville
My bitch from the D used to live on Marshall block
I put a foot to her ass like, martial arts
I got a stable of hoes in the, C-P-T
Ask my nigga Snoop and the, D-R-E
Girl fix your lipstick, your hair is a mess
And I know your feet hurt in them damn Payless
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Yayo: Im sayin Ma, whats your name?
Girl: My name is Kay
Yayo: Where u from?
Kay: I'm from Brooklyn
Yayo: I'm sayin so why you with that bird over there?.. now i dont wanna sound like a hater
Kay: Because he can work the middle
Yayo: Ah alrite but i can too
Kay: Let's find out
(hahaha)
Joe:
Now i'm curious, (yeahh)
i wonder if i can make you mine
baby i'm curious, so curious
wonder if we can spend some time
shorty, i'm curious, (oohh ohhh)
girl i wanna know what's on your mind
lady, i'm curious, so curious
i wonder if i can make you mine
Ya-yo..
Yayo:
Ma, i'm curious to know if i lick that spot
will it make your body shiver and your panties drop
your baby father's 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 (Joe: My Booo)
and everytime that you touch me girl you please my needs
we like George and Weezy, Jada and Will
let's shop till we drop out in Beverly Hills
[Bridge:Tony Yayo]
I'm curious to know if you want me girl
if so ma, let's fly to country girl
i'm not selling you a dream girl i give you the world
you want them furs and them minks and them diamond pearls
Joe:
I'm so curious, (oohhh ohhhh)
i wonder if i can make you mine (yeahh)
baby i'm curious, i like to know
wonder if we can spend some time
shorty i'm curious, i'm so curious
girl i wanna know what's on your mind
baby i'm curious, yeah
i wanna know if i can make you mine
Ya-yo..
Yayo:
I saw her in the projects, going to the store
i never had a crush like this before
her baby daddy is a killa, he hold weight in adika
but everytime he home, he beaten 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 rising
back to the subject, let me stop fantasising
listen boo, nobody in the world is perfect
so when you around my team there's no need to be nervous
i hit it from the back, pull out your tracks
it's curiousity girl, choose the cat
Joe:
(Girl do you hear me..)
Ma i'm curious, i'm curious
wonder if i can make you mine
baby i'm curious, said i'm curious
wonder if we can spend some time
shorty i'm curious, oohh ohhh ohhh
girl i wanna know what's on your mind
baby i'm curious, i'm soo curious
i wonder if i can make you mine
Ma i'm curious, i'm so curious
wonder if i can make you mine
baby i'm curious, said i'm curious
i wonder if we can spend some time
shorty i'm curious, oohh i wanna know
girl i wanna know what's on your mind
baby i'm curious, ohhh
i wonder if i can make you mine
Wanna make you mine baby
See i gotta make you mine baby
Wanna make you mine baby
Gotta make you mine baby
Ohh Ohhhhh, so curious
curious, ohhh ohhhh
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[ad libs for first 10 seconds]
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Man I, get so high
Can you imagine how fast the weed go?
Take two pulls, and then pass
Pull out another sack so we can roll that
[Tony Yayo]
It's the up North title taker, rollin lah
in that Riker's Island bible paper, high as a skyscraper
I'm fresh out of jail smokin pounds of haze
Duckin my P.O., cause I'm high for days
Hydro, weed-o got my mind in the zone
Don't fuck up my high bitch, leave me alone
Let it spread to the head, two pulls and pass
Stop steamin on the weed girl, make it last
I'm so high, Banks so high
Buck so high, Dre so high
We be gettin high smokin chocolate tye
That's why I got the cotton mouth and my throat is dry
Yo I'm out in L.A. at the cheeba spot
While you lightin up dirt where the seeds'll pop
And I'm chasin it down, with Henny and Hypno'
Two pulls and pass, you know how fast the weed go
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Tony Yayo]
I'm hittin G-13 in that 645
Eyes real low it's gettin hard to drive
And I pray to God po's don't pull me over
Cause the Coupe real smoky off that green Arizona
Smoke on Monday, parole on Tuesday
Golden seal pills, don't use that usually
But I be gettin high nigga doin my thing
So my eyes Chinese cause I'm high like Yao Ming
Roll up all night, head get right
The hash plant mixed with that Northern Light, right
White rhino, white weirdo
Light people roll up that indo
Jamaican people roll that Bob Marley
Wind up your body, stink up the party
And we be puffin hard 'til the weed is done
Cause we got love for that Cheech & Chong
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Outro - in a P-Funk style]
Come smoke with me, come ride with me
Come toke with me, let your mind be free
This here ain't for no folks on asthma
My vision's like plasma
Come smoke with me, get high with me
Take a toke with me, let your mind be free
This here ain't for no folks on asthma
My vision's like plasma, whoahh-ohhh
So hiiiiiigh
So hiiigh, sooooo hiiiiigh
So hiiigh, sooo hiiigh
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[chorus]
these hoes dont love me, they love my benz, love my rims, love my style,
these fiends dont love me, they love my coke, love my dope, love my ink,
these haters dont love me, it dont matter to me, i stay hater free cos imma down ass g,
cos if i dont make dollars, then it dont make cents, if it dont make dollars, it dont make cents.
[1st verse]
im in town dog,
mexican brown dog,
im signed to interscope,
im grims a c-note,
500 cokily add to a kilo,
id rather be rich, than snitch nigga out cold,
my crack in sinthostat,
drummers with hunny hats,
my bitch from d.r,
switch em with bigger stash,
movin my work, jus for some boots n a skirt,
i was loose but she complainin it hurt,
ice skatin on ice,
i got these crack heads, scrapin the mic,
late at night, bitch be shakin her dice,
runnin from feds, like i had jerry rice legs,
cos the dope and the rice come from pac and them plant eggs,
its the top shotter that rocked prada, that rhymed proper,
in high school i had ex in my gym locker, locker, locker, locker.
[chorus]
[2nd verse]
im a sneaker addict,
drug fanatic,
i live lavish,
got more carots,
that bunny rabbits,
i plant 'marry i',
courtyard groupie's lurkin,
an them niggas wit no pussy is always jerkin,
an niggas handcuff hoes like female cops,
i got ma wrists all froze, so the COs drop,
ayo em drink malibu, dre drink henny, banks drink baileys and buck drink remi,
im on the 7 a glock like, im still smellin musty, leavin barcelona for some argentina pussy,
ye man g-unit stunts it aint nothin', million dollar deals cos our fans dare hustle,
i stay stuntin, my glock stay pumpin, 58-58, i got my cell phone jumpin,
t-o-n-y the talk of new york, blowin dro in the 6, on the way to court.
[chorus]
[3rd verse]
you in the CBA, im in the NBA, its the rap t-mac, i stay with a gat,
click clack, i sit back n watch my soldiers attack, ya rhymes a snitches, homie im dealin with fact,
keep my car out the sun so the paint wont fade, n if my jewels dont shine its time to upgrade,
imma ball till i fall, niggas cant ruin me, from platinum plaques, wall to wall jewellery, i love my style,
hoes scream my name, its tony yayo, a cats scowl in the game, see niggas wanna kill me like sindy in scream, but i pack the mac-nilly wit a infered beam,
ayo im on daily like freddy in the dream, n my chains so heavy, it spotted to my splean, u front on my team, ma niggas will finish you, automatic
traypound will fuckin diminish you
[chorus]
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Yea ma, (wassup) I mean I kno we've been going through some thingz but we can
work em out u kno u my
project princess I put sum princess cutz on u or sumthin
[verse 1]
every man need a woman when is life is a mess cause a queen protect the king
like a game of chess and i
know your ring finger connect to your heart, wake up in the mornin and the drama
start, yo I cant live
with em cant live with out em but once I hit em I kno that I got em, sippin don
p and dat cyrstol rose
mowet neck got u takin of ya clothes ya eyez on me cuz my wrist is froze therez
playaz in here but itz me
u chose these aint pumaz on my feet they g-unit ma, I'ma rapper livin like a
movie star its like every
other day we in japan or brazil but yayo aint the one whos payin ya lite billz u
only want me cuz I'm
makin da millz and wen I hit it from da bak I got ya legz crossed
[chorus]
[jagged edge]
baby ur my princess treat u like royalty, cuz u kno that ur special to me, where
u at is
where I wanna b, if u love me u can call me, lay down I help u smile I like u
and I like ya style, dont
rush we can wait a while one day we can both come?
[verse 2]
dont glance at da jewels u cant afford this my wrist ya condo my chain ya
morgage, I go down town and let
my tounge search ya my head between ya legz I eat ya furburger, ma my set games
on a whole nother level i
did proof on da roof and I nicknamed her pebbles, girl deep throat or take off
ya blouse in da speed boat
in bak of my house or u can come to my condo and watch a movie but I'm tired of
u sayin u not a groupie, u
my project princess diamonds r for a princess leave ya man cuz ma u've been
stressed, and I luv wen u wear
dat real thin dress u mah mistress matter fact princess I buy u diamonds till ya
neck feel senceless fly
da world in my brand new whip jet
[Chorus 1x]
[jagged edge]
i aint tryin to b ya buddy n ya body I been studyin, and ya friends they b
hatinn I scoop u
up for the weekend ur love i've been tryin to win one dai in front of all ya'll
friends ur body I cant
afford 2 miss?
[chorus 1X]
[tony yayo]
ma u kno u my princess umm I mean I take u to c jacob, def in jersey u kno,
iceman in l.a., u
aint even kno who I'm talkn bout they all jewelerz baby...haha... 5 karrotz, 3
karrotz, 1 karrot or mayb a
? hmm....I'm jus playin baby I can b ya father ya lover and ya friend u my
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[50 Cent - Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?
[Chorus x2]
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
[50 Cent]
I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, 'Do your dirt all by your lonely'
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don't understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!
[Chorus]
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[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I Know You Don't Love Me (I Know You Don't Love Me)
You Ain't Tha Same when Jay-Z around
I Know You Don't Love Me (I Know You Don't Love Me)
You scream and holla when Eminem's in town
I Know You Don't Love Me (I Know You Don't Love Me)
Snoop put me up on how tha hoes get down
I Know You Like Nelly, like Kelly, and Ludacris
Tryna run Game on me you punk bitch
I Know You Don't Love Me
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Game is an ostrich, you know he a pound you
can see my outfit on tha discovery channel
i'ma stunna, when bitches train like robots
they sniff coke, deep throat, and they hold out clocks
it's tha brick copper, tha outshopper
6:45 tha last pro driver thats known to spit louder
i'm an intego, with a model in tha bedroom
her pussy tight like an airplane bathroom
cock out ya mouthpiece
baby paul or tha baby AR make it hot like south beach
i move like bin laden on with them hammers,
in that new jack wagon my jeans more favor
Madena or bread, Meda give me head
that bitch, look like, eva mendez
i'ma gangsta, general, comrad nigga
drug money, flood money, in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I Know You Don't Love Me (I Know You Don't Love Me)
You Ain't Tha Same whenever Banks around
I Know You Don't Love Me (I Know You Don't Love Me)
You scream and holla when Usher's in town
I Know You Don't Love Me (I Know You Don't Love Me)
See Dre put me up on how tha hoes get down
I Know You Like Buck in that dirty south shit
Tryna run Game on me you punk bitch
I Know You Don't Love Me
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
I'm in that Candy paintin' range cardier frames
6 by 9s planted so i can here anythang
heavy on tha gas homie hoggin' up 2 lanes
tha navigation got me to where i'm gon' be stayin'
and trunk full of somethin' that can get a nigga life
my seatbelts on and i'm stoppin' at tha lights
i don' be in queens befo' but not behind da wheel
i'ma country nigga, ain't that many buildings where i live
but this business gotta be handled, so where dis coward at
we leave a couples niggas layin' bet tha bitches holla back
ever since Yayo been home, it's been own
smackin' niggas up, employees is gettin' sent home
on this battlefield, you know it's kill or be killed
leavin' niggas wit bullets holes and hospital bills
this is how it is homie lock costa nostra
i won't stop til i'm on tha wanted poster (mothafuckas)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I Know You Don't Love Me (I Know You Don't Love Me)
You Ain't Tha Same when Lil' Jons around
I Know You Don't Love Me (I Know You Don't Love Me)
You scream and holla when Slim Thugs in town
I Know You Don't Love Me (I Know You Don't Love Me)
Yayo put me up on how tha hoes get down
I ain't got time for you groupy ass bitch
Tryna run Game and he ain't about shit
I Know You Don't Love Me
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
you should thank tha lord if tha weight don't getcha
cause a saw off a microwave a nigga like adofl hitler
fuck pressure, I enter the ring calm
im nicer than them Japanese niggas in ping- pong
look at my ring don, at least a hundred karats with bling on
smokin' tha same buda like a courtroom shooter
i got a mind of a genius, tha wrag like jag
back hand like venuses, jab like zab
mean tha bitch for makin' her knees knock in tha lab
blood on her, she said until tha weed spot in tha cab
and i don't hate all music, i just hate Charles
and they 'ear u when you whisper got the ear of Ray charles
i'm ahead of my class fucker
and i only serve a bitch once when they treat my dick like tha last supper
niggas callin' out my name in fame
when a jab to tha jaw, they'll be tha claim to fame
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I Know You Don't Love Me (I Know You Don't Love Me)
You Ain't Tha Same whenever banks around
I Know You Don't Love Me (I Know You Don't Love Me)
You scream and holla whenever Ushers in town
I Know You Don't Love Me (I Know You Don't Love Me)
See Dre put me up on how tha hoes get down
I Know You Like Buck in that dirty south shit
Tryna run Game on me you punk bitch
I Know You Don't Love Me
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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]
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[Intro]
What the fuck is the deal its the talk of New York Tony Yayo (G-G-G Unit)
Yeah, Yo word up man, its fucking cold out here man, my fucking toes is killin me man (its fucking brick)
i fucking been on the block all day man but u know i mean i gotta get this money run sleek slow......
[Verse 1]
Yo we project living
With plastic on the furniture,
Little n****z coming up will
Fucking try to murda ya
The D's not out so the coast is clear
But its getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear
Everybody got a nena everybody got a vest
New York City is the arena of death
Yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard
Seeing more d's than a damn report card
Everybody rap now
Follow they dreams im a call my clientele man and
Sign all my fiends same gear for a week wearing dirty clothes
All day in the spot by a dirty stove trials keep me strong
Hope keep me happy, but im only human so these n****z wanna clap me
The drug game over but theres money to make so n****z clappin at n****z
To raise the crime rate
[Chorus]
you can live by the gun or die by the bullet
niggaz push me for sho im gonna pull it
material objects got the world crooked
in my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit
snakes in the grass be on that bullshit
niggas thats ass stay with the full clip
guns get blast n****z on that shook shit
so live by the gun or die by the bullet
[Verse 2]
Tthe rhymes u spit can embarass the city
Well my game bag names like paris and nikki
Load the semi im in the spot carving the crack
You stunt ill leave my bullets lodged in ur back
New York City everything move fast little girls get
Pregnant throw they baby in the trash
China white wizzy movin quickly on the ave same coke
That got whitney in the re-hab
Up early in the morning cuz theres money to earn cuz the early bird
Be the one that catch the worm we nicks trieze twenties and dimes got my spot looking like a soul train line
Fuck doin time, im trying to progress, get that money man n**** serve ur projects
Hustlin homie thats all i know in the summer time i can make the whole strip snow
[Chorus]
you can live by the gun or die by the bullet
niggaz push me for sho im gonna pull it
material objects got the world crooked
in my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit
snakes in the grass be on that bullshit
niggas thats ass stay with the full clip
guns get blast n****z on that shook shit
so live by the gun or die by the bullet
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