[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Ayo Weezy, G-Mix, man
Smurf, ya'll remember back in the day like '94 '95
Freaky Tah used to, walk around the park with his big ass radio
With a thousand LBs behind him, shit was real back then, word up, man
Shit was real, real, gold tops, blue tops, orange tops
I remember all that shit, man
Yeah, for real
Yeah, we got 134 all stars, me, myself, Tony Yayo
Bust this shit, yo (Freestyle for us)
Yo
[Verse: Tony Yayo]
I'm like New York plates out of town I'm hot (Uh)
You could see me on ya Boulevard, strip or block
From ratchets or pool, nigga want you gon' do? (Click)
Cause they can make caskets for big niggas too
I treat money like fertilizer
Spread it out and watch it grow
Flashy like Richard Po
Nigga back in thе day niggas was dyin' for lyin'
Now a these days niggas is payed for rhymin' (Actors)
Rap is likе wrestlin' everything is fake but it's a good pussy getter and the cash is great
We used to catch cases
Goin' hard for the papers (On 134, nigga)
Now we lookin' for blowjobs out in Vegas, at the end of my life, I die in my own arms so I hope I see G-Pop's and Fat Sha mom's
Then Kav-O, and matter fact P-Lo
And my man Freaky Tah, why the hell they go?
I'm a hot boy, nigga, with no tattoos (I'm hot, nigga)
Have you tied in the lake, taped with tar shoes
We always overcrowd the bar but never overcrowd the car
I leave the crowd layed on tar (Blaat!)
I got a good up and down game in bed (Ask your bitch, nigga)
You could ask the dikes, the wife's, hood rats and chicken heads
If ya bitch wanna see, use the Power Plays
The best protection for babies and AIDS
When I'm trippin' off of Ecstasy
With Tiffany
The condom on my dick be intensity (Come on!)
Yo I tear backs
With a pack of bare backs
And hide from my wife when back got a scratch (Come on)
I'm that, nigga and that's your bitch
Shit so good she takin' pictures of my dick, click
See me in the Six, double O, car slow, Henny, mo', good to go
This bitch is a pro
I rock Stacey Adams (That's Gators if you ain't know, nigga)
Nigga fuck food stamps
And roll with football stars like Bruce Branch in a stretch limo
Yo it's all for the ditto
So I'm tryna eat like Hungry Hungry Hippo
I rather, be in the streets than, be in the yard
Give my lawyer 5 Gs now he's on his job
The Ds peep hard
But my bail be a "Get Out Of Jail Free" card, retard
The world ain't shit I just live in it
I always think of the shit that I did in it
I got no one to trust 'cause friends is fake
And even family members'll set you up for your cake
Like Rich Porter uncle
So be on ya P's and Q's 'cause it could happen on the humble (Use the big words)
I got artistic, integrity, inability, when I use them big words (Your bitch is on my dick, I see that) your bitch be feelin' me
You know the style, walk around with the 40 Cal
Got guns in my house the size of Bow Wow
Niggas screamin' "murder" (Ya'll ain't no killers) but them things don't pop
You can catch me in Hollis at the Hero shop (Yeah)
Rap and street shit, it's all the same
I realize that when 50 snatched Ja's chain (ATL) (Bitch nigga)
Niggas tellin' niggas, that they want to get at us
Well just tell us, that you want to get at us (You pussy)
Cause we got pipe bombs and crazy ratchets
And fofo longs with them laser gadgets, you faggots
Ayo Weezy, G-Mix, man
Smurf, ya'll remember back in the day like '94 '95
Freaky Tah used to, walk around the park with his big ass radio
With a thousand LBs behind him, shit was real back then, word up, man
Shit was real, real, gold tops, blue tops, orange tops
I remember all that shit, man
Yeah, for real
Yeah, we got 134 all stars, me, myself, Tony Yayo
Bust this shit, yo (Freestyle for us)
Yo
[Verse: Tony Yayo]
I'm like New York plates out of town I'm hot (Uh)
You could see me on ya Boulevard, strip or block
From ratchets or pool, nigga want you gon' do? (Click)
Cause they can make caskets for big niggas too
I treat money like fertilizer
Spread it out and watch it grow
Flashy like Richard Po
Nigga back in thе day niggas was dyin' for lyin'
Now a these days niggas is payed for rhymin' (Actors)
Rap is likе wrestlin' everything is fake but it's a good pussy getter and the cash is great
We used to catch cases
Goin' hard for the papers (On 134, nigga)
Now we lookin' for blowjobs out in Vegas, at the end of my life, I die in my own arms so I hope I see G-Pop's and Fat Sha mom's
Then Kav-O, and matter fact P-Lo
And my man Freaky Tah, why the hell they go?
I'm a hot boy, nigga, with no tattoos (I'm hot, nigga)
Have you tied in the lake, taped with tar shoes
We always overcrowd the bar but never overcrowd the car
I leave the crowd layed on tar (Blaat!)
I got a good up and down game in bed (Ask your bitch, nigga)
You could ask the dikes, the wife's, hood rats and chicken heads
If ya bitch wanna see, use the Power Plays
The best protection for babies and AIDS
When I'm trippin' off of Ecstasy
With Tiffany
The condom on my dick be intensity (Come on!)
Yo I tear backs
With a pack of bare backs
And hide from my wife when back got a scratch (Come on)
I'm that, nigga and that's your bitch
Shit so good she takin' pictures of my dick, click
See me in the Six, double O, car slow, Henny, mo', good to go
This bitch is a pro
I rock Stacey Adams (That's Gators if you ain't know, nigga)
Nigga fuck food stamps
And roll with football stars like Bruce Branch in a stretch limo
Yo it's all for the ditto
So I'm tryna eat like Hungry Hungry Hippo
I rather, be in the streets than, be in the yard
Give my lawyer 5 Gs now he's on his job
The Ds peep hard
But my bail be a "Get Out Of Jail Free" card, retard
The world ain't shit I just live in it
I always think of the shit that I did in it
I got no one to trust 'cause friends is fake
And even family members'll set you up for your cake
Like Rich Porter uncle
So be on ya P's and Q's 'cause it could happen on the humble (Use the big words)
I got artistic, integrity, inability, when I use them big words (Your bitch is on my dick, I see that) your bitch be feelin' me
You know the style, walk around with the 40 Cal
Got guns in my house the size of Bow Wow
Niggas screamin' "murder" (Ya'll ain't no killers) but them things don't pop
You can catch me in Hollis at the Hero shop (Yeah)
Rap and street shit, it's all the same
I realize that when 50 snatched Ja's chain (ATL) (Bitch nigga)
Niggas tellin' niggas, that they want to get at us
Well just tell us, that you want to get at us (You pussy)
Cause we got pipe bombs and crazy ratchets
And fofo longs with them laser gadgets, you faggots
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