Hold That Tony Touch (Ft. Busta Rhymes, J-Doe, Reek Da Villian & Roc Marciano)
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[Intro]
Tony Touch! 50 MCs to show you what we gon do with this
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
My nigga Honch took the homie package and stole all the nigga loot
Savage Pop done made his cabbage swell up like a breadfruit
Money pissed on him somethin smellin fishy and halibut
Then we skated linked up with the bulls and boated back to farragut
Passengers just know what time when we approach an actress
Goodie scavenger, the way me muscle niggas for they shit and boogie
Back to the gate time to reup call the roster
Product jooks the package and thinkin like turkey kielbasa
These dummy niggas can’t play and get in they smart loot
‘Cause boot niggas’ll come and shot yuh bloodclaat yute
Apparently when niggas don’t know when to lay low
And end up in situations where they split your baked potato
Mu’fucker. Best is to kill us then crushin up niggas
Bounce and deliver this message you little messenger nigga
And they dig in yo’ eye socket with heavy duty needles
Trust me nigga, You don’t want no type of problem with them people
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Listen lil’ homie! It ain’t smart the way you be walkin around these parks (Eh Eh!)
These niggas sautee livers and ground beef hearts (Uh huh)
To tell the truth I don’t know what you ‘gon do
Damn! But I’m hopin you get from ’round here (‘Round here)
And use your better sense of judgment
You don’t really want (Huh!) Yo you better fall back
Or else it’s (BLAOW! NIGGA HOLD THAT! BLAOW! NIGGA HOLD THAT!)
Tony Touch! 50 MCs to show you what we gon do with this
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
My nigga Honch took the homie package and stole all the nigga loot
Savage Pop done made his cabbage swell up like a breadfruit
Money pissed on him somethin smellin fishy and halibut
Then we skated linked up with the bulls and boated back to farragut
Passengers just know what time when we approach an actress
Goodie scavenger, the way me muscle niggas for they shit and boogie
Back to the gate time to reup call the roster
Product jooks the package and thinkin like turkey kielbasa
These dummy niggas can’t play and get in they smart loot
‘Cause boot niggas’ll come and shot yuh bloodclaat yute
Apparently when niggas don’t know when to lay low
And end up in situations where they split your baked potato
Mu’fucker. Best is to kill us then crushin up niggas
Bounce and deliver this message you little messenger nigga
And they dig in yo’ eye socket with heavy duty needles
Trust me nigga, You don’t want no type of problem with them people
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Listen lil’ homie! It ain’t smart the way you be walkin around these parks (Eh Eh!)
These niggas sautee livers and ground beef hearts (Uh huh)
To tell the truth I don’t know what you ‘gon do
Damn! But I’m hopin you get from ’round here (‘Round here)
And use your better sense of judgment
You don’t really want (Huh!) Yo you better fall back
Or else it’s (BLAOW! NIGGA HOLD THAT! BLAOW! NIGGA HOLD THAT!)
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