Tony Yayo

[fox69]

"Vest"

"Vest"


[Chorus:]
The money money
The cars cars
The hoes, hoes
Fo fo's, only lord knows
What you what you think I got a vest for
What you what you what you
What you think I got a vest for
What you think I got a vest for

[Verse:]
Life is full of, the hoes, the trials and tribulations
The money the clothes the jealous niggaz hating
Black president I never thought there could be
Black first lady I never thought there would be
Now politicians hooping at the white house
I'm moving white niggaz shooting at my trap house
Bricks on cosami I need it on a elbow
That's a flaging foul like a lebron long elbow
Our skip to my loose snack the a house
I had a crime scene looking like freddy house
19 and a 30 shot clip
Let them bullets transition
Cause I don't want my bm looking like 2 bob beon
Vroom when I see y'all my swag european
I'm a boss your a peon
Snatch a model up and hit her with the stinky leg
She 5'2 bitch thick like pinky leg

[Break:]
These lil niggaz with these blogging beefs
This keri hilson and beyonce beef
Lil homie I'm beyond that beef
My money have your ass under white sheets, white sheets
Flatline

[Chorus]

See y'all niggaz stunting out there on that fake louie ricky
Bitch talking bout you were 2 in a bed
Nigga, you wear fake louie on the xxl
Step your game up told ya I get nervous talking bout swag and louie
Oh yea captain rich triple c's
I heard y'all niggaz ain't got houses man
You living in yiur mommas basement nigga
Oh yea fat joe
You not even on them soundscans nigga
You sold 250 copies k.a.r
Pistol pete
Y'all niggaz ain't got no guap
Not 250 thousand, 250 copies

What you what you think I got a vest for
What you what you what you
What you think I got a vest for
What you think I got a vest for

 

[fox69]

"Wannabe"
(feat. Spider Loc And 40 Glocc)

"Wannabe"
(feat. Spider Loc And 40 Glocc)



[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Nigga I'm a baller, shot caller
23 inches on a phantom with the spoiler
Baller gettin head tonight
Dutchie rolled tight duck the feds tonight
On the high wayyyy
I got the things on the high wayy
Moving bricks the better way
Better way, better way, yeaaaaah

[Tony Yayo:]
I used to smoke blunts in the amp you know the hoop ride
Now it's hermee jeans with the patch on the inside
The 800 hold a blicky up
I'm in all white, roll the sticky up
Rest in peace to ethel, rest in peace to huey
Nigga make a move, I'm a make a movie
Righteous kill like deniro and paccino
Fuck boys sweet like some fucking frappuchino
Niggas on the set and handle all the fiends orders
Rod need a bathroom set for his daughter
I used to buy weed right by the fish house
1 2 1 1 10 when the dreads out
Pieces go up, pieces go down
Task run up, niggas go down
I hold a 4 pound, not to be frank
Fuck a pair of sneakers got a marble fish tank
I got fish scales, my pills have you cellabit
They have you seeing t-pain on a pink elephant
I'm a hustler, you a strusstler
Strugglin to hustle I don't move a muscle

[Chorus]

[Spider Loc:]
If it don't make dollars then it don't make the attenary
We do move more heat like the millitary
Air force ones, top guns go hard
In miami waters more than the coast guards
Jump off the jet ski, hop on a speed boat
Cut throats commit the murder that greed wrote
Me and my guerillas got gravy deals
But still kill at will like navy seals
Handle on the eagle just flash and accord
Got the streets on lock like the national guard
If you want me better bring an army
21 gun saluter I'm a shooter

[Chorus]

[40 Glocc:]
Never claimed to be a baller but I'm all in
Kobe bryant in the courtroom what they call him
32 slim jeans, that's fag
That's my bitch size, call that fat
I'm crack on a track worth 15 5
10 east next stop I-95
My altitude 40 thou I'm so higggh
My license revoked, I don't drive
Cobalt city homeboy born to ride
2 hands minus a finger use that 9
A brick ain't 10 a key don't use that line
Bite the hand when it feeds put his teeth on the side

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"We Don't Give A Fuck"
(feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Olivia)

"We Don't Give A Fuck"
(feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Olivia)



[Olivia harmonizing for 10 seconds]

[Chorus: Olivia]
We, we don't give a fuck about you
Your homey on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your
crew, before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my niggaz come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster

[50 Cent]
Yeah!
I come creepin through your hood in the dead of the night boy
It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy
Nigga cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you
The beef escalate, 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'll do
Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split
Four niggaz in a whip, AK banana clip
War time, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide
Everything alive dies, why ask why? Why cry
Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak
You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah
In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up
Niggaz ice grill cause these O.G.'s is washed up
I got a left like, Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
Niggaz scheme but they sweeter than, cookies'n'cream
Homey I got more blocks than Hakeem the Dream
That ain't taskforce money, that's real police
I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram
By man, my plan's to expand
Try to jux and you hoods get catscans

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, Banks
I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word
They'll wet your whole block up, like the tsunami
Try me, and your mami'll be right in the lobby
And they'll be feedin you Jello, like you're Bill Cosby
Yeah everybody yellin yeah, so the beef cook
Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin
Don't go tongue lashin we pull it
Niggaz'll put stabs in your boy like Brad Pitt in Troy
Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy
And I'll be calm cause there's bulletproof glass in the toy
Yeah I'm flashy as fuck, mashin with Buck
Windows up blowin big cause there's stash in the truck, what?

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"We Got It Made"

"We Got It Made"


Yea it's the kid man
Go hard or go home nigga
For real we going hard it's the unit baby
We in this motherfucker

[Chorus:]
I got it made
I got it made
I got it made
I got it made
I got it made

I'm the idol, the heist idol, numero uno
I'm the number 1 haition sak passe to you hoes
Now understand about the lessons I preach fam
My feet wet in nucho rees beach sand
I'm talented yes I'm gifted
My bedstop bitch always shop lift it
I get the cash the money ain't nuttin
I make a million dollars every tour that I'm stuntin
My name is tony yayo drive a european car
Fly to paris I'm a european star
I'm in wykiki with a mommy gettin big
Gotta treat her with the heaty cause I own a percent
Fresh gear I wear, everyday
In that new douche or that new hermezz
Yea, I make mad sales daily
You shot me, really
They just blinked cause I sold a million dollars
I drop a bag off you shot a million times
Niggaz drop the motion lights, me and sha in ultra bright
Crack plate on my neck, l of that northern light
Baby 4.5 nigga, jet black rover
Jack boys hungry like the blacks in angola
No it ain't over, give niggas lead showers
Now niggaz tellin like that show 48 hours
Yay got the power, yay got the money
All this special ed beef man I really sound hungry
Yay hold a nina, I eat the track like a hyenna
I'm high in a beamer, fuck a state trooper
I got the radar and a grand daddy great buddha
In the suhoos, the sour man, it's all about the powder man
It's all about the power man
Don't get devoured, the sheeps with the vour man

[Chorus]

I got it made
Y'all niggaz stop complaining man
Hear ya on the radio
It's real out here man
Y'all niggaz could get shot for 2 dollars nigga

Fake dj's, fake rappers out here doing mixtapes
If it ain't real kill yaself nigga
Superstar jay, some exclusive shit

 

[fox69]

"We Run These Streets"
(feat. Young Buck)

"We Run These Streets"
(feat. Young Buck)



[Intro: Young Buck]
Hahaaaaa!
Ayo Yayo! [shot]
Ayo you off parole now, nigga.
LET'S GOOOOO!
Hahaaa!
Ayo, man!
These niggaz musta forgotten, man...
Nigga we run these streets, nigga!
G-UNIT! LET'S GO!

[Young Buck {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
We let you niggaz pick up the ones, we left you our leftovers (YEAH!)
Shut down your company and murdered your best soldiers. (hahaaaaa!)
And it's the motherfuckin' thanks we get
I ain't puttin' out my album till you buy Bank$ shit. {DIVA!}
Don't be fooled by these rap niggas fake ass jewels {whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
They sell a hundred thousand records and they think they cool. (COOL!)
Where's the rules? (HUUUH?) - My little girl watchin' the tube
And she don't need to see another nigga kissin' a dude. (WHATTA FUCK?!) {HAHA!}
BET didn't give us no invitations to the awards
There wasn't enough metal detectors at the door.
Lord! (YEEEEEEAAAAH!) - Don't let this industry injure me,
I'm tryna see my nephew at least turn 23! {LOADY MACK!}
Live to the day they let Larry Hoover free, (WHAT?) ("DJ WHoo Kid!")
So all you rap niggas better get used to me. (OKAAAY!)
Let's take it back Yayo to where it used to be. (HEEEEEEEEEEEY!)
G-U-N-I-T! - Holla back! {DAMN!}

[Tony Yayo:]
You started, I fell off, my album did 700!
So fuck with 55, I'm in a 600!
Level-4 Vest got the.50 on me,
And if I ever go broke, I spend 50's money!
Nigga fresh off tour - from Sweden to Germany! {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Chill on my dick - so these hoes ain't burnin' me
Bentley flyin' spur - interior burgandy!
Bulletproof truck, in case you cowards try to murder me. {YAYO!}
Jail house is packed ain't no empty cells
And I'm tryna make a half a mill - off of 12-12s!
My little mouse gun - hold 12 shells!
And if we get locked up, we postin' 12 bails!
Antiques, Gucci Sneaks, they cost 12 bills
For my next 2 albums I need 12 mills. (YEAH!)
I'm the MVP, the "Most Valuable Playa"!
I'm in your mp3 playa. - So hate nigga! (YEAH!) {WHITE BOY!}

[Interludes (Snoop from "The Wire"):]
[Snoop:]
My man Tony Yayo, "Finally Off Papers", you heard me?
That's the "Talk Of" [echoes], "Top Of" [echoes] New York!
[Yayo:] Yeah, nigga I ain't pissin' in no more cups! You know what time it is, nigga!
[Snoop:] Yeah, no more cups! None of that free playa, man!
[Yayo:] Smokin' and jokin' and totin'...
[Snoop:] Put yo' wings on, nigga! [beat stops]
[Yayo:] Fo' real nigga!
[Snoop:] Put yo' wings on!
[Yayo:] Yo Snoop, ya know what time it is, nigga!

 

[fox69]

"Weed And Hennessy"

"Weed And Hennessy"


[Chorus: x2]
Weed and hennessy let's ride nigga
Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga
[Repeat]

[Verse:]
I got a hand full of money, and pockets full of drugs nigga
Precites the felon this is for my thug niggas
Mama praying when I'm walking the streets
Cause they boys on the corner keep calling police
Yeaaa, the lil homies cold blooded
Shorty got his shotty in his pants leg walking in the public
Feds chase a nigga right off the block
And I'm staying out them clubs from them hip hop cops
I watch, all my friends and watch all my enemies
In the room paranoid with 10 set a keys
And 10 set a keys, is 10 set a keys
I flip flop the colors, on 10 set a v's
The life of a hustler that just wanna ball
I keep a 44, in my project hoe
A street nigga ny know
I drink rosay like a fucking whino
We can get it shaking like a stripper panties
I'm smoking half a pounds, y'all niggas tryna ante
Rest in peace to granite, she died at 1.03
There's a million you's, but there's just 1 of me
I got my antiques on with my fucking free t-shirt
Fuck a cd I'm bagging up that work

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Welcome To The Jungle"

"Welcome To The Jungle"


[Talking: Tony Yayo]
Yea
Don't get murdered on the humble
Weloome to the jungle nigga
New york city
It's the talk of new york Tony Yayo
I'm gettin back on the spazz shit

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Niggaz all in my face asking me for some moneyy
When I say no, no, no no
They be like he acting funny
You wanna rain on my parade
But cloudy are turning sunny
You only heard in the hood, and that's not good
I'm heard across the country

Nigga land on the helipad, rims on the new jag
Lil nigga stop you got holes in your doo-rag
I'm gettin brick money just to walk through the club
Why your face screwed up you tryna walk like a thug
I'm in that 530 I.x b.m wagon
Oral sex through my sweats now your b.m braggin
My a.n.t saggin they cost 230
When I ride through the p's the v is 230
My wrist is too clean, my hat to the side
My strap in my ride I don't swallow my pride
There's wolves in the jungle, there's sheep in the jungle
The price of a life is real cheap in the jungle

[Chorus]

The worlds ready for my wide reange discussion
Terror 5 can't hide time for the touchin
I'm all about stuntin, I'm all about frontin
I can blow 50 grand my man it ain't nothin
When I run up on ya car what ya gonna do
I got body parts in the crib like saw 2
Before you see me, I saw you
This is usual I got the dance drop on you
I'l get you lined up, og your times up
Big bully money get you dummies tied up
You sweet like a buttercup tryna act tough
You know you ain't gutter boy you ain't gon bust

 

[fox69]

"White Sheets"

"White Sheets"


[Mike Tyson from "Sugar Hill (1993)":]
[Raynathan Skuggs:]
Raise up, and step outta my mothafuckin' face!
You gon' catch a bad break cause I'm a rain on your ass like white on rice!
[Mark Doby:] You don't wanna fuck with me!
[Raynathan Skuggs:] H-h-hhh! [imitating engine starts] BOOYAH!
[Raynathan & dude:] Haha-hah!
[Raynathan Skuggs:] Haha!
[Raynathan's dude:] Fuck that clunk-ass, seat-beltin' ass!

 

[fox69]

"White Sheets"
(feat. Yo Gotti & Waka Flocka)

"White Sheets"
(feat. Yo Gotti & Waka Flocka)



[Intro: Tony Yayo]
I bust your head to the white meat, white meat
Spray the k you see them white sheets, white sheets
Fuck you if you don't like me, like me
We don't take this beef lightly, lightly

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Throw it up, represent
Guzzle bottle after bottle till your bent
I'm in the lam, borghini
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me
I bust your head to the white meat, white meat
Spray the k you see them white sheets, white sheets
Fuck you if you don't like me, like me
We don't take this beef lightly, lightly

[Tony Yayo:]
4-10 revolver, shotgun fire
I'm a bring new york back like scott amayer
458 ferrari styling
I'm black in it so police racial profiling
El chapo, import export
I bought my first aiflestein I felt like a boss
Sak passe, my neck all rocky
Cooling aging on my wrists so freaks leave the party
Rap critics fuck up my high everyday
I'm making movies in the morning matinee
I gave the haze up, now I'm rolling dour blunts
With a model with some seline d cups
Blame it on me, not your baby momma
Cum in her extensions in the coupe extension on the llama
Everyday is drama, around the clock
I put that twerk and park the car right around the block

[Chorus]

[Yo Gotti:]
I'm a real nigaa, and I always been
Feeling but a brick spending by the 10's
Chopper on my hummer, leave a pussy leaked
Fishscale and whyola got the hood tweaked
Put the llama beep, all I ever need
Addict full of snow truck load full of weed
In emergency goons working overtime
So in otherwords ya fuck with me then you know your dying
Whole faminly crying, whole city sad
Never will forget him, but they will miss his ass
Breaking nooses in, shoot em on the run
I never make a statement, I never leave my gun
Not living where I'm from, not living where I hum
Them young niggaz and old niggaz
Got pistols called super doke
Air filting super gun, murder rate done got super dope
And I go hard in every city to represent where I'm from

[Chorus]

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Throw your sets up, what hood ya from
Pour dark 60 deep in the tour bus
You a blodd, you a crip, you a fool
You a lord, you sell weed, you sell coke
I'm tryna find an hoe in here
Have her on some weed and a cold beer
Beat a nigga ass who wanna volunteer
Fore heads seems a had a good year
Black and yellow rari, mid man took off the tape
All this ice on me my nigga this is what it cost to hate
Throy ya hood up
Throw ya hood up
Where ya from, put ya bottles and your cups up
Bread squad monopoly, ain't no stoppin me
Bitches jockin me ballin with no referee
It's a guarentee you fuck with me your a dead man
Bread squad monoply we don't gangland

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Whoo Kid Down And Out"
(performed by Mike Epps)

"Whoo Kid Down And Out"
(performed by Mike Epps)



[Mike Epps:]
... gloves!
Are y'all on that boy, Whoo Kid?
Are you feelin' down and out? [echoes]