Tony Yayo

[fox69]

"I Got It Made"

"I Got It Made"


Yea, yea
I'm stuck in the middle of this hip hop shit man
You gon remember this shit right heres my shit
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]

"I Know You Don't Love Me"
(feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck)

"I Know You Don't Love Me"
(feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck)



[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You scream and holler 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 the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me

[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich, you know we in power
You could see my outfit on the Discovery Channel
I'm a stunner, my bitches train like robots
They sniff coke, deep throat, and they hold out glocks
It's the brick-copper, the L-sharper
645 NASCAR driver that's known to spit lava
I'm in Cancun, with a model in the bedroom
Her pussy tight like an airplane bathroom
Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah
The baby A-R will make it hot like South Beach
I move like, Bin Laden armed with them hammers
in that new Jag wagon, my James Bond vanquish
Medina all - red; mira give me - head
Bad bitch, look like Eva Mendes
I'm a gangsta, general, comrade nigga
Drug money, blood 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 the same whenever Banks around
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You scream and holler whenever 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 the hoes get down
I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me

[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two lanes
The navigation got me to where I'm gon' be stayin
The trunk full of somethin that can get a nigga life
So my seatbelt's on, and I'm stoppin at the light
I done been to Queens before but not behind the wheel
I'm a country nigga, ain't this many buildings where I live
But the business gotta be handled so where this coward at?
We leave a couple niggaz layin, bet them bitches holla back
Ever since Yayo been home it's been on
Smackin niggaz up, employers is gettin sent home (yeah!)
On this battlefield, you know, it's kill or be killed
Leavin niggaz with bulletholes and hospital bills
This is how it is homie, La Cosa Nostra
I won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, motherfuckers

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Lil' Jon's around
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You scream and holler when Slim Thug's in town
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
Yeah Em put me up on how the hoes get down
I ain't got time for a groupie ass bitch
Try to run game and they ain't about shit
I know you don't love me

[Lloyd Banks]
Uh-uh, yeah
You should thank the Lord if the ray gon' getcha
Cause the sawed-off'll microwave a nigga like, Adolf Hitler
Fuck pressure, I enter the ring calm
I'm nicer than them Japanese niggaz in ping-pong
Look at my ring don, lease a 100 K for bling on
Smokin the same buddha as the courtroom shooter
I got the mind of a genius; the rag-white Jag
Backhand like Venus's, jab while zappin ya bitch
I'm makin her knees knock in the lab
Let off, and send her to the weed spot in the cab
And I don't hate all music, I just hate y'alls
And I hear you when you whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles
I'm ahead of my class fucker
And I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last Supper
Niggaz callin out my name in vain
When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame

[Chorus / Outro: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever Banks around
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You scream and holler whenever 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 the hoes get down
I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me...

 

[fox69]

"I Run New York"
(feat. Tony Yayo)

"I Run New York"
(feat. Tony Yayo)



[chorus - 50 Cent]
The walls have ears lil' nigga, I run New York,
Even when I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York,
I said the walls have ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk,
Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York

[verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I wake up, stare at the ceilin',
I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin',
I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers,
It's a habit I'm always prepared for war,
See my life's like some shit, you seen in a flick,
Bitches act like pornstars when they sit on a dick,
When I was hit and out the game I said "one more flick",
Test my aim in the range I'm like "one more clip",
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit,
Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me,
Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee,
He been in the game ten years and he still ain't rich,
Even his mama upset that he still ain't shit,
And he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma take all that,
One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's shit back,
See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long,
And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremly strong,
With a little tre douche is like pop, pop,
Chase his ass up the block til his bitch ass drop,
And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot,
Cos he ain't got none of that shit he says he got,
And he ain't did none of that shit he said he did,
And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot)

[chorus - 50 Cent]
I guess it's easy to see lil' nigga, I run New York,
Yeah I live in CT lil' nigga, but I run New York,
And I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York,
And I stay gettin Cs lil' nigga, cos I run New York
(Yayo, tell 'em I run New York)

[verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
My gun is longer than yours, nigga, call your recouster,
Locks made more money than them thin tiny suits,
The game around south, drugs and rappin,
Jada fuckin punchlines, my serp went platinum,
Style's and Sheek Louch went double plastic,
Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out classics,
A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die,
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly,
Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this punk,
I had Ja Rule buried and some high heel punk,
Feds stuck in a bullet-proof, man fuck that,
Homie, shoot up my whip, all you leave is a scratch,
Yo, I flip cocaine, in your project lobby,
And beat you wit my pistol like Kane did Charlie,
It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O.,
My whole clique got dough, my Os on the fly hole,
C4s, we fly on linz,
And my rocks lookin like, flashlights yo' benz,

[chorus - 50 Cent]
When I'm down in DC lil' nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York,
When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York,
When I'm in VA I tell niggaz guess what, I run New York,
When I'm in NC niggaz holla at the moon, cos I run New York,
(Yayo tell 'em I run New York)

[50 Cent talking]
Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk to me like that? Catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere, [laughing] D.Y. wanna talk to me, wanna tell
me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder [laughing] eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, tell him I said, tell the
nigga I said get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him. Puffy da only nigga a muthafucka pops, tell him I won't buy the nigga Jadakiss pokes. Nigga
still ain't a coupe. Ah, nigga, you in da way. You owe money nigga, aw man, now why you make me put yo' business in da street. Now niggaz know you ain't
shit, damn! I see yo' monkey ass in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't none of that
shit you be wearin yours. [laughing] We coulda kept this secret, nigga. These niggaz I'm supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this fight is fixed, you been set
up, [laughing] that's what he gonna say, "they set me up, man." I ain't even go through that

 

[fox69]

"I Stay Strapped"

"I Stay Strapped"


You are now rocking with the greatest
It's the biggest underdog

[Chorus:]
Homie I stay strapped
Homie I stay strapped
Homie I stay strapped
Cause it's summertime

[Verse:]
I feel like rocky verse apollo
Niggaz tried to kill me sho my bentley at the pollo
I still love uptown, still love southside
I swear I cried when kev took his last ride
And lil tah struggled too he got 55
He killed a chinese man stuffed em in his own ride
Damn the hood so cold nigga
Damn my wrist so cold nigga
Damn my bitch so cold nigga
My chain heavy, refrigarator perry
I'm in the car pull lane, smoking solo dolo
Big fo fo middle finger fuck po po

[Chorus x2]

[Verse:]
It's hot outside the killing season begins
It's 80 outside niggaz is putting it in
They get it in with them 4 5's
They get it in with them mack 10's
They get it in with them 2 2 3's
Innocent people casualties
Yeaaaa, yeaaaaa, yeaaaaa
Innocent bystanders shot down
Ya know it's man down

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"I'm A Hustler"

"I'm A Hustler"


[Chorus In Background: Cassidy - "I'm A Hustler"]

[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah Nigga Its The Talk Of New York
Ya'll Niggas Stop Stuntin'
Ya'll Niggas Know What Time It Is
I'm The Hottest Nigga On The Streets Right Now Man
The Streets Is Waitin' Man
I Done Hustled In Pa, Ba, Queens, Brooklyn Nigga Ask About Me
Look At My Rap Sheet
Yo 50 What Uup?
Banks What Up?

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Gangsta Crack Up
And Crack Stuck Coke
Now These E-Ville Niggas On The Strip Frontin' Broke
Dro Stuck Green And He's Broke For Days
True, Dro Got Robbed By Purple Haze
Haze Got Jooked By That Cali Kush
That Nigga Straight Rolled Up And Leave His Brain Cells Cooked
He And Cali Got Robbed For All His Cash
By This Big Time Nigga By The Name Of Hash
See Hash Got Stuck By This Nigga Named Dush
He Was More Powerful He Straight Fucked You Up
They Got Robbed By Design & Terrance
They Was Two Brothers Call 'em
He Got Set Up By This Kid That Was Sneaky
A Real Bad Nigga Lsd
And He Got Hit Up Man As He Was Trippin'
Man This Drug Game Got The Whole Strip Flippin'
I'm A Hustler

[Chorus In Background: Cassidy - "I'm A Hustler"]

[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah, Yeah
Ask About Me
Ask Us Raw Nigga
Ask Us Nigga
A Couple Of Times Ha Ha Ha
I'm Good Now
Its Hot Cause They Indicted Niggas Man
What?, I'm Still Gettin' That Money Nigga Ha Ha Ha
Ask 'em About Yayo Nigga
I Stay In That Shit
12 12s 58 58s Nigga Ha Ha Ha
I'm Like That Electronic Scale Motherfucker
Fuck It I Get That Money
G Unit Nigga
My Raps Is Reality
Read My Rap Sheet Nigga
Pa, Ba, Qu,
I've Gotten Money Everywhere Nigga
Ask About Me Man
I'm A Fuckin' Hustler
I'm A H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Huslter
G Unit!

 

[fox69]

"I'm So High"

"I'm So High"


[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 widow
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
Soo hiiigh, hiiiigh [fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Im A Rider"
(feat. Joe Young)

"Im A Rider"
(feat. Joe Young)



[Tony Yayo:]
Yea realist nigga in rap in he come
Here he come, it's yayo
Joe Young what's good

[Joe Young:]
I got you my nigga

[Tony Yayo:]
From germany to new york
I'm the realist nigga in rap real talk
In that old school candy painted lemonade
Yea rip off the top like the puerto rican day parade
Extendy on the glock, it hold 30 shots
22 in, get em bullets when
Yea I always win, cause I never lose
Where that money frog face fore I eat your food
Frsk out the jail to a green benz
Drove staright through henchman where they leave men
I'm a gangsta and errbody know it
Yea I got tired of that bloggin cause everybody do it
Louie sweatsuit jamaica eating bread fruit
The sun rizin, it's memorizin
I'm fantazing boiut leer jets and coupes
How to sell records like 50, wayne and snoop
Yea

[Chorus: Joe Young]
Joe Young riding with the semi
Tony yayo riding with the semi
Joe Young riding with the semi
Tony yayo riding with the semi

[Joe Young:]
I'm a rider little nigga I ride with that thang thang
Try me, my shit go bang bang
I'm a rider little nigga, I'm a rider
I'm a rider little nigga, I'm a rider
I roll with the semi I, I let it off
I roll with the semi knock your muggin top off
I roll with the semi I, I let it off
I roll with the semi knock your muthafuckin top off

[Joe Young:]
I ride with the thang and I'm dyin to pop off
My audi r8 same color as hot sauce
Money on my head ridin round with the top off
Knowin damn well anytime it could pop off
Give me the word little nigga
And that bag gon get dropped off
If I don't make a drop off you gon get dropped off
From frankfurt to hamburg a nigga got it locked
From berlin to munich I could get your ass shot
I'm from germany ya heard of me I don't play around
I will hit you up and twist ya up and lay your ass down
I ride with the semi I fuck with the realist movement
Joe Young, tony yayo, gorilla unit

[Chorus]

[Joe Young:]
Yea whattup yayo
What up my g
When you come to germany next time nigga I got you man
It's nothin shadyville whattup

 

[fox69]

"In Motion"

"In Motion"


I'm eating rappers like piranhas in that amazon
I wake up, eat, sleep with my hammer on
The streets love me I be on my image
Foreign brauds, foreign cars and the windows tinted
Got h on the sneaker, I'm fly everyday like everydays easter
With a bad senorita
Holdin a ruger, bumpin amudulla
Smoked out lexus, boxed with antudas
A mean redbone with a mean pussy print
Lonely nights I wonder where that pussy went
But I ain't pussy whipped, marine blue whip
30 shot clip if these fuck boys try to trip
And fuck the pigs nigga I hate cops
The bugged my man routine traffic stop
Rats bitin on new borns in new orleans
In the belly of the beast boy chasing dreams
Jesus piece filled with that ice liquor
I could bag a brick with a plastic knife nigga
I could book a key blindfolded
The hermeez sweater say a woman hand sewed it
I'm a baller, like shaq's size
4-10 I'l leave a bitch nigga baptized

 

[fox69]

"In My Life"

"In My Life"


Trials and tribulation y'all
Don't do alot
But everybody got problems ya know

[Verse:]
In my lifetime I did slight time
Running from the police in the night time
Southside jamaica queens journey through life
The ball drop all your hear is shots right through the night
Baby mothers going senile
Lonely nights baby father in the p now
That's the hood for ya
Lil homies dying over hood stardom
And the street and re-up fore they brush they teeth, listen
I'm tired of my stupid ass p.o
And I'm a party when I max off the stable road
Thou shall not kill and kill over pettyness
Botched robbery you hit with the 4 5th
Don't be a victim of society
I'll pull the trigger if these haters keep tryin me
We live by hood rules and g codes
The strap jam on you nigga hit the floor

My life is real no fiction
True story

[Verse:]
Wake up snatch my son off his elmo potty
I'm on my 1 and 2's I gotta get this money
They say the eyes are the gateway to your soul
Keep your head up out there the streets is cold
And, pain is suffering of the mind
All the stress might kill you in due time
Lil homie I hope you use a latex
Cause it's a wrap when it comes to that aids shit
Yeaaaaaaaa
The streets respect violence
For the loudmouth killers and the shooters that's silent
Make americas most and laugh about it
Doin robo just time and never ratted
Do you believe kamesha richards died over pampers
Her best friend kayla killed her over 20 dollars
So id rather be feared than be loved
Friends are fickle kobe shaked up in them handcuffs

 

[fox69]

"In the Matrix"
(feat. Desperado)

"In the Matrix"
(feat. Desperado)



El chapo
Was in the Sinaloa cartel
Yayo we back

[Tony Yayo:]
45 acp it weigh 20 ounces
Actress staring at me like teleprompters
Hit the cell bad reception in the helicopter
I'm goin hard in the paint like waka flocka
Flip flop paint back seat hold the chopper
I only smoke the L if it's rolled proper
Ciga Sinaloa Cartel make bail
With that kinda money you could break out the jail
Meth amphedamens shipment is headin north
Feds raid I'm latifah in set it off
6-50 tops off new body type
Uptown mami right she from the heights
She the snotty type, but my money long
Now I'm with her long slip her out her thong
New armani top is in the windsor knox
I got her higher than a snoop in a wiz block

[Chorus x2: Tony Yayo]
We hit sour, when are nerves twitch
M.o.b nigga fuck a bitch
Get rich or die tryin till I'm in a ditch
I'm in another world I'm in the matrix

[Bridge: Desperado]
Your mad cause I'm that nigga and your bitch just wanted me
You think that it's the money but it really ain't the cream
It's sad cause that's your wife and it was just a nut to "D"
See me in the zone I'm in the matrix can't you see

Heavy links got them bricks in the low riders
They get in with more tricks than the globetrotters
They hate to bring it to the states cause it's on fire
Too many snitches niggas singing like they on choirs
I'm on point you can't fuck with the wrong buyers
Niggas scheming they ain't eatin like they on diets
Always see me with the heater cause they might try me
Cause my looks could be decieving till they start flying

[Chorus x2]

I'm in another world I'm in the matrix
I'm in another world I'm in the matrix
I'm in the matrix
I'm in the matrix
I'm in another world I'm in the matrix
I'm in another world I'm in the matrix
I'm in the matrix
I'm in the matrix