[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
You ain't never have to fight for Queens in New York
Ask Tony Yayo
C-73, in '03 they was sayin' we soft
I seen Chi Ali on my way to court
Open case in the Bronx
Y'all think I'm fightin' DNA and I'm tellin' y'all the cases I've fought
Easy, I'm sayin' this raw, inspired by Eazy
Was also locked up wit' Beans and 12, Delaware County GP
Squeeze cheese for the chi-chi
Shotgun, don't gamble wit' ya life - it's a cheat sheet!
Metal table, night-night, sleep-sleep!
He askin' Grandma "Oh, what this mean?"
It was that deep sleep!
Put it in his face, then...put him in his place: I'm a neat freak
Missy Elliott his bitch in a bag - beep-beep!
If I don't catch him in Queens, I'm uptown shootin' like Kareem Reid
You from Roosevelt Avenue, nigga
That shit look like BEIJING!
D ain't fuckin' wit' me
I swear hе ain't humblin' me
I break up groups
I done turnеd NWX to SWV, nigga!
Then ARP hit me, he said he need Ill or die
I said "Who's been givin' Ill advice? Ill's been ill-advised"
I pushed the envelope, vanilla-sized
Not only do I kill a guy, I almost killed crews (Cruise): Vanilla Sky
And that's without tellin' lies
Shit, I might get in my old bag
I got some more shit to say
Glock-17, Maravich, boy that's Pistol play
Ruff! It's lickin' like a Doberman, I could make it sit and stay
Fo'-fo' Bulldog: nigga, get lead (led) a-stray, nigga!
Ooh, I got another one
Blew (Blue) cans, it's on the ground: that's sanitation
Fuck a 30-clip, it take too long to draw: that's animation
I remember me and Cortez was in the car, listenin' to Dedication
"Cash Money, nigga"
This nigga steady shakin', talkin' 'bout "he need his medication"
I schooled him, the plan's obsolescence, I gave him education
I told him how they suppress it and it come in stronger, it's a sedadation
Big Pharma make big dollars off every patient
I'm like, "Nigga, you listenin'?"
He like, "Weezy F. and don't forget the Baby"
He popped a pill, I was like, "I hope this nigga make it"
Then years later, he bring in Harry, a lotta dollars
But before that, I'm your father
I helped you kick it, I'm your sponsor
If DNA had to tell the truth, he'd say:
"My mom's fine. She's only on insulin
But due to her ignorance, she put me on Ritalin
So I can't diss Hollow...'cause I grew up leanin' on medicine"
These are facts
"I've never had a father figure
So I moved to LeFrak and I hang wit' the hardest niggas
And I tried to keep up, but I couldn't...'cause I'm a retarded nigga!"
Listen, El Stupido
This nigga thought commercial real estate was halftime at the Super Bowl
Nigga, that was super throwed!
I said, damn, now I'm on my Passwurdz shit
I'm battlin' a nigga that grew up wit' half-white kids
Holds a strap like this
And he slaps like this
I mean, that's not it
But chill, I raised you, son
He was like, "The streets need a body"
When I met up wit' K, you see how that K got done
So if the "streets need a body", then I gave them one, nigga
Shit, I got some more shit for him
He talkin' 'bout "It's a different one"
Well, I switched up wit' a different gun
Nigga say he's missin' clips
Oh, nah, it's on some different shit
This-
Alright, LOMClothing.com
You ain't never have to fight for Queens in New York
Ask Tony Yayo
C-73, in '03 they was sayin' we soft
I seen Chi Ali on my way to court
Open case in the Bronx
Y'all think I'm fightin' DNA and I'm tellin' y'all the cases I've fought
Easy, I'm sayin' this raw, inspired by Eazy
Was also locked up wit' Beans and 12, Delaware County GP
Squeeze cheese for the chi-chi
Shotgun, don't gamble wit' ya life - it's a cheat sheet!
Metal table, night-night, sleep-sleep!
He askin' Grandma "Oh, what this mean?"
It was that deep sleep!
Put it in his face, then...put him in his place: I'm a neat freak
Missy Elliott his bitch in a bag - beep-beep!
If I don't catch him in Queens, I'm uptown shootin' like Kareem Reid
You from Roosevelt Avenue, nigga
That shit look like BEIJING!
D ain't fuckin' wit' me
I swear hе ain't humblin' me
I break up groups
I done turnеd NWX to SWV, nigga!
Then ARP hit me, he said he need Ill or die
I said "Who's been givin' Ill advice? Ill's been ill-advised"
I pushed the envelope, vanilla-sized
Not only do I kill a guy, I almost killed crews (Cruise): Vanilla Sky
And that's without tellin' lies
Shit, I might get in my old bag
I got some more shit to say
Glock-17, Maravich, boy that's Pistol play
Ruff! It's lickin' like a Doberman, I could make it sit and stay
Fo'-fo' Bulldog: nigga, get lead (led) a-stray, nigga!
Ooh, I got another one
Blew (Blue) cans, it's on the ground: that's sanitation
Fuck a 30-clip, it take too long to draw: that's animation
I remember me and Cortez was in the car, listenin' to Dedication
"Cash Money, nigga"
This nigga steady shakin', talkin' 'bout "he need his medication"
I schooled him, the plan's obsolescence, I gave him education
I told him how they suppress it and it come in stronger, it's a sedadation
Big Pharma make big dollars off every patient
I'm like, "Nigga, you listenin'?"
He like, "Weezy F. and don't forget the Baby"
He popped a pill, I was like, "I hope this nigga make it"
Then years later, he bring in Harry, a lotta dollars
But before that, I'm your father
I helped you kick it, I'm your sponsor
If DNA had to tell the truth, he'd say:
"My mom's fine. She's only on insulin
But due to her ignorance, she put me on Ritalin
So I can't diss Hollow...'cause I grew up leanin' on medicine"
These are facts
"I've never had a father figure
So I moved to LeFrak and I hang wit' the hardest niggas
And I tried to keep up, but I couldn't...'cause I'm a retarded nigga!"
Listen, El Stupido
This nigga thought commercial real estate was halftime at the Super Bowl
Nigga, that was super throwed!
I said, damn, now I'm on my Passwurdz shit
I'm battlin' a nigga that grew up wit' half-white kids
Holds a strap like this
And he slaps like this
I mean, that's not it
But chill, I raised you, son
He was like, "The streets need a body"
When I met up wit' K, you see how that K got done
So if the "streets need a body", then I gave them one, nigga
Shit, I got some more shit for him
He talkin' 'bout "It's a different one"
Well, I switched up wit' a different gun
Nigga say he's missin' clips
Oh, nah, it's on some different shit
This-
Alright, LOMClothing.com
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