Tony Yayo

[fox69]

"King Of The Pyrex"

"King Of The Pyrex"


[Chorus:]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyist
King of the pyrex I whip it up and hit a lick
I whip the pyrex and I hit a lick
I whip the pyrex and I hit a lick
I ain't a chef I can show you how to split a brick
I whip it up then I hit a lick

[Verse 1:]
Facing me is like walking a bear trail
You gotta lotta fucking heart I make your heart fail
And when the narcs bail
All they gonna see is ashley ass elbows in the back of my nike heels
Feds even given superstars that fed time
55 bricks they snatched bougie bantome
Money make the world turn
Jealous, envy and that hate make them shells burn
Euros make them urine

[Chorus 2:]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyist
King of the pyrex I whip it and hit a lick
I whip the pyrex and I hit a lick
I whip the pyrex and I hit a lick
I ain't a chef I can show you how to split a brick
I whip it up then I hit a lick
I whip it up then I hit a lick
I whip the pyrex and I hit a lick

[Verse 2:]
I never wanted to fill out an application
100 zanex pills will have a nigga caking
You know the state wanna end me
I already got 2 f's like fendi
The third 1 my strect lenghty
I'm in the trenches in the rain where it's drenchy
Gettin that money countin lionel ritchie
Cold sweats, nightmares give me the creeps
I see myself gettin shot by hip hop police

[Chorus 2]

 

[fox69]

"Kushhh"

"Kushhh"


When the seed harvest, and the food grow
Them cocoa leafs turning to that good blow
Peruvian coke, manuever the boat
Mafia nect ya [mumblin voice]
They said my music influence violence
I don't give a fuck I'm on the cayman islands
My 9 is gonna die with me
Pick up the supply with me
I get that money, them euro's, them pounds and yen
Dis is for dead eye stuck in the pen
Dis is for white boy stuck in them pens
Doin 2000 push ups for his jail time ends
I mix the nuvo, with patron silver
The hoe's like it I call it pink panther
I'm in the cherry roadster, strappin the holster
Bad red bones bitch like rose acosta
Fuck 300 months on the wake up
I need 300 blunts and a jacob
Fuck 300 months on the wake up
I need 300 blunts and a jacob

 

[fox69]

"Lean Molly"

"Lean Molly"


We got that lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's

My whole hood is tripping
My whole hood like Molly's
Strap in or jeans
My pants keep on falling
Got whooces on my [?]
Forces in my edgy
I pull in them pocalite
Them holding on one spin
Squash my mosh on
Just pop in
Totally watch it
[?].on that bitch
Decides on your nagging
Give a
Shitting nigga with a barbeque
Cuffing the younger bitches
Take her panties off

We got that lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's

I put my fingertips in the back
I got that lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's

Pouring liquor and forget homies
Then popping allies with these mad bitches
You know that strap I always keep it on me
In a steam ass for the stitches
I'm in that bang tube, the future
The loran, pull up, roll up
Those grow up in them hoes days
And showing them, he hoped
The [?] gone sleaze
Taking pussy like IDT
Catch a cold better ice in these
Full thing got shotgun
Keep going
Molly dolly
In the tease
Pussy showed up in it
Air so thick
You would think you wasn't in it
Got a tyro in her
That girl is on fire
Slip her off her tang
Her ass I admire

I got that lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's
That lean and Molly's

 

[fox69]

"Let Us Pray"

"Let Us Pray"


[Verse:]
My homie on parole he k2 smoking
Came out with the trubk and start locing
Food stamps make a baby shower better
Concrete jungle niggaz die on the regular
I'm from there sittin on crate making sell era
Sour grape in a swish milk with amaretta
[Repeat]

Reminise like c.l. or p-rock
Sergeant macintyre use to sweep the whole block
Now I'm shittin bricks headed towards judge wong
Rumor is he gave life to his son
They say blood thicker than water
For every rich po there's a apple porter
For every ac there's an alpo
Outta town flow money out the asshole
Snakes in the grass gotta cut the shit low
They wanna see you dead when you get the dough
Let us pray

Let us pray we made it this far no turning back

I'm talking to my iphone phones talking back
Talking to my brownskin whore she hella stacked
Hella racks, my safe rack city bitch
I got 30 in a semi clip
You can't jimmy choo every bitch
Rest in peace to my niggaz let the henny drip
Real shit mayne
I love my niggaz and the moments that we share
Lettin things off in the air for new years

 

[fox69]

"Life Styles Of The Rich And Famous"

"Life Styles Of The Rich And Famous"


("DJ Whoo Kid on Hot97! ")

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Porsches, sand beaches...
Fly homes, {REST IN PEACE...}? style...
You're feelin what the motherfuckin' life's right here!? {PAPA BANKS!}
Haha! {Whooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Chorus:]
It's the - lifestyles of the rich and famous
On the road to riches so these niggaz is haters! {TONY YAYO!}
Cristal, fast cars, hoes, and gators {G-UNIT RADIO...}
We went from rags to riches so fuck you haters! {23!}

It's the - lifestyles of the rich and famous
On the road to riches so these niggaz is haters! {ALL CRAZY!}
Cristal, fast cars, hoes, and gators
We went from rags to riches so fuck you haters! {NON STOP!}

[Verse:]
I went from broke to jail to TRL
Now it's - boats an' sail and new CL's
Alota shit changed since my ends got bigga,
White folks lookin like: - "Who dat nigga? " ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
In a Bentley - Benz bulletproof or a oldschool
Same kid dropped out - and I said: "Fuck school! "
I used to be - local! - Now I'm universal!
Can't trust niggaz, so I keep a small circle. {Whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Over small changes theese niggaz might murk you (ooh!)
Sellin' wet weight, - theese niggaz might jerk you!
My condo in Bayside - overlook Queens
Y'all wanna-be me cause I'm livin' my dreams. [gunshot] YEAH!

[Chorus:]
It's the - lifestyles of the rich and famous
On the road to riches so theese niggaz is haters!
Cristal, fast cars, hoes, and gators
We went from rags to riches so fuck you haters!

It's the - lifestyles of the rich and famous {CAN'T FORGET...}
On the road to riches so theese niggaz is haters! {DJ DRAMA!}
Cristal, fast cars, hoes, and gators {KICK YA HEAD UP!}
We went from rags to riches so fuck you haters! {YAYO! ALL STAR WEEKEND... WE THERE!}

[Outro: Snoop from "The Wire"]
[Snoop:] FUCK P.O. VALSH! [beat stops]
[Yayo:] YEAH!
[Snoop:]
Yeah! Fuck him! Yakno'Imean? My man is off, ya hear me?
So you can suck his dick, and suck my fake-dick, holla at me! Whattup?
[Yayo:] We smokin' and jokin' and totin', nigga!
[Snoop:] Yeah!
[Whoo Kid:] Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
[Male voice:] DJ Whoo Kid... on Hot97!

 

[fox69]

"Lil Shop Of Horror"
(feat. Danny Brown)

"Lil Shop Of Horror"
(feat. Danny Brown)



[Chorus: D. Brown]
This that murder death kill kill
187 audio, nigga and we do it for the thrill
This that triple 6 die slow the devil at your front door
Grim reaper tags on your toes
This that hardcore homicide
Soundtrack the violence and all my niggaz ready to ride
This that murder death kill kill
187 audio, score to a nigga gettin killed

[Tony Yayo:]
Welcome to my little shop of horror enter
Shit I squeeze make trees go timber
Expendable star blunding swarchznegger
I kill a sheep anda shephard I'm a wolf slayer
I fill a fuck boy full of lead
And make the horse on his polo look dead
I make a movie like a actor with squid packs
That quick get back revenge is like some good cash

[D. Brown:]
I take a nigga head off, like a hot mascot
Blowin on some apricot, countin up my sack of rock
My blade game like sir waves alot
Where my nigga jay crib looking like camelot
Hit your head turn your brain to beef stroganoof
1 phone call got shooters on protocall

[Chorus]

[D. Brown:]
O.d on tracks I'm the best
I'm a ballin motherfucker I'm delonte west
4-5 leave real big blood stain
Bang yourself like prince did in purple rain
Nigga, I'm on that grind like an old stripper
In a room full of birds and no fat niggaz
I'm with the talk of new york
When the beef pop off, my niggaz go pork

[Tony Yayo:]
Bing monsters, psycho
Flood the toilets throw shit on the c.o
Blow trial, no letters written
But a fat white bitch that's into cow tippin
Hard body niggaz in the yard liftin
Frale little niggaz got guns from the kitchen
My homie locked behind them owensville walls
I press 3 and accept the call

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Line On Em"
(feat. Scarchild (RIP Lodi Mac))

"Line On Em"
(feat. Scarchild (RIP Lodi Mac))



[Scarchild:]
Ay man
Ay you beat em niggaz over there dawg
Ay man I told yay I'd never flip on em niggaz man
Ay man I be starin them izzards dawg
Word I'm a line em

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
The kids unwhackable you can't line me
The kids untouchable you can't line me
Try to set me up, wet me up, try to kill me
But I'm a line you before you line me
I got the line on em
She got the line on em
He got the line on em
(Homicide line em up)
He got the nine on em
I got the nine on em
I got the line on me
(Homicide line em up)

[Tony Yayo:]
Ya wanna line me up, swiss cheese my vest
Till I bring it to your door like I work for fed ex
I'm in a red lex, blue sweats, 2 men, 2 vest
High off the sampson gettin munchies from the projects
Monkey see, monkey do, red monkey hold the tools
Serve fiends dog food, don't make the wrong move
Now that I'm rich model chicks on my dick
Holy camoly, I nut and canoly on your lip
Your p.d.r's, professional dick riders
C.p.r, cause the hecklar I'll spit fire
I'm addicted to cars, se and fo fo's
I ride for the cause I live like an outlaw

[Chorus]

[Scarchild:]
Shoot em in his head get em gone get em dead
Man that nigga nervous he was talking to the fed
Cut the conversation if it ain't about bread
I got the line on em you heard what my nigga yay said
Shots fired yellow tape murder murder kill
Funeral arrangements, hospital bills
Ak 47 woodstock, blue steel, black talons, red beam
1 shot, 2 kills
Beamers, benzs, bentleys, bugattis before the deal
When don't ride nuttin that's less than a quarter mill
Vvs all over my body give me the chills
Where them fuck boys over there hating giving me reals
Deals, is what them niggaz say to me
But they don't fuck around, cause they know I keep the k with me
24-7 a got it everyday with me
Niggaz tryna line your baby up momma pray for me

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Live By The Gun"

"Live By The Gun"


[Intro]
What the fuck is the deal its the talk of New York Tony Yayo (G-G-G Unit)
Yeah, Yo word up man, its fucking cold out here man, my fucking toes is killin me man (its fucking brick)
i fucking been on the block all day man but u know i mean i gotta get this money run sleek snow......

[Verse 1]
Yo we project living
With plastic on the furniture,
Little niggaz coming up will
Fucking try to murda ya
The D's not out so the coast is clear
But its getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear
Everybody got a nena everybody got a vest
New York City is the arena of death
Yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard
Seeing more d's than a damn report card
Everybody rap now
Follow they dreams im a call my clientele man and
Sign all my fiends same gear for a week wearing dirty clothes
All day in the spot by a dirty stove trials keep me strong
Hope keep me happy, but im only human so these niggaz wanna clap me
The drug game over but theres money to make so niggaz clappin at niggaz
To raise the crime rate

[Chorus]
you can live by the gun or die by the bullet
niggaz push me for sho im gonna pull it
material objects got the world crooked
in my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit
snakes in the grass be on that bullshit
niggas thats ass stay with the full clip
guns get blast niggaz on that shook shit
so live by the gun or die by the bullet

[Verse 2]
The rhymes you spit can embarass the city
Well my game bag names like paris and nikki
Load the semi im in the spot carving the crack
You stunt ill leave my bullets lodged in ur back
New York City everything move fast
little girls get pregnant
throw their baby in the trash
China white wizzy movin quickly on the ave same coke
That got whitney in the re-hab
Up early in the morning cuz theres money to earn cuz the early bird
Be the one that catch the worm we nicks trieze twenties and dimes got my spot looking like a soul train line
Fuck doin time, im trying to progress, get that money nigga serve ur projects
Hustlin homie thats all i know in the summer time i can make the whole strip snow

[Chorus]
you can live by the gun or die by the bullet
niggaz push me for sho im gonna pull it
material objects got the world crooked
in my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit
snakes in the grass be on that bullshit
niggas thats ass stay with the full clip
guns get blast niggaz on that shook shit
so live by the gun or die by the bullet

 

[fox69]

"Live By The Gun"
("G-Unit Radio Pt.11: Raw-N-Uncut" Mixtape Version)

"Live By The Gun"
("G-Unit Radio Pt.11: Raw-N-Uncut" Mixtape Version)



[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah!
Yo word up man! {"THOUGHTS OF A PREDICATE FELON"!}
It's fucking cold out here man. {ALBUM...!}
My fucking toes is killin' me man. (it's fucking brick!) {JUNE 28!}
I fucking been on the block all day man, {TONY YAYO!}
I gotta get this money run sleek snow, you know man? (red eyez!)
Fuck man! (we've got 20 hours!)
Yo man listen! (yeah!) (whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!)

[Verse 1:]
Yo! We project living - with plastic on the furniture,
Lil' niggaz coming up will fucking try to murda ya. [gunshot]
The D's not out! - So the Coast is clear!
But it's getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear. {Whoooooo!}
Everybody got a Nina! [gun cocks] - Everybody got a Vest!
New York City is the arena of death.
Yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard,
Seeing more D's than a damn report card. {TONY YAYO!}
Everybody rap now; follow they dreams {"RAW-N-UNCUT"!}
I'm a call my clientele man and sign all my fiends.
Same gear for a week! - Wearing dirty clothes!
All day in the spot by a dirty stove.
Trials {Whoooooo!} keep me strong! - Hope keep me happy!
But I'm only human so these niggaz wanna clap me. [automatic gunshots]
The drug game over but there's money to make
So niggaz [shot] clappin' at niggaz to raise the crime rate. [shot]

[Chorus:]
You can live by the gun [shot] - or die by the bullet!
Niggaz push me fo' sho' I'm gonna pull it. [shot]
Material objects got the world crooked
In my hood - they hustle! - And be on the juoke shit.
Snakes in the grass - be on that bullshit
Niggas that's ass - stay with the full clip! [gun loaded]
Guns get blast! [shot] - Niggaz on that shook shit {CAN'T FORGET...}
So live by the gun - or die by the bullet! {TRIEVES SECOND!}

[Verse 2:]
The rhymes you spit can embarass the city
Well my game bag names like Paris and Nikki. {U.K.!}
Load the Semi! [2 gun cocks] I'm in the spot carving the Crack
You stunt! - I'll leave my bullets lodged in your back.
New York City everything move fast,
Lil' girls get pregnant throw they baby in the trash.
China white wizzy movin' quickly on the Ave
Same coke that got Whitney in the re-hab. {Whooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Up early in the morning, cause there's money to earn
Cause the early bird be the one that catch the worm. [Eminem:] (DJ Whoooooo Kiiiiiiiiiid!)
We got nicks! - Trieze! - 20s and dimes!
Got my spot looking like a Soul Train line.
Fuck doin' time! - I'm trying to progress,
Get that money man nigga serve your projects. {HAHA!}
Hustlin' homie that's all I know
In the summer time I can make the whole strip snow. {NON STOP!}

[Chorus:]
You can live by the gun [shot] - or die by the bullet!
Niggaz push me fo' sho', I'm gonna pull it. [shot]
Material objects got the world crooked
In my hood - they hustle! - And be on the juoke shit.
Snakes in the grass - be on that bullshit
Niggas that's ass - stay with the full clip! [gun loaded] {MARCUS FRESH!}
Guns get blast! [shot] - Niggaz on that shook shit
So live by the gun - or die by the bullet! {BLAST TO DO THIS!}

Whoooooo!
CAN'T FORGET... [2 gun cocks]
SHA MONEY... XL!

[Interlude: Mike Epps]
Did they uuh... Whoo Kid, man you are cool, brother I'm tellin' you, man!
But it sounds like you're damn bored!
It sound like your arms an' yo' ears are sweat off like boxing...

 

[fox69]

"Love My Style"

"Love My Style"


[chorus]
these hoes dont love me, they love my benz, love my rims, love my style,
these fiends dont love me, they love my coke, love my dope, love my ink,
these haters dont love me, it dont matter to me, i stay hater free cos imma down ass g,
cos if i dont make dollars, then it dont make cents, if it dont make dollars, it dont make cents.

[1st verse]
im in town dog,
mexican brown dog,
im signed to interscope,
im grims a c-note,
500 cokily add to a kilo,
id rather be rich, than snitch nigga out cold,
my crack in sinthostat,
drummers with hunny hats,
my bitch from d.r,
switch em with bigger stash,
movin my work, jus for some boots n a skirt,
i was loose but she complainin it hurt,
ice skatin on ice,
i got these crack heads, scrapin the mic,
late at night, bitch be shakin her dice,
runnin from feds, like i had jerry rice legs,
cos the dope and the rice come from pac and them plant eggs,
its the top shotter that rocked prada, that rhymed proper,
in high school i had ex in my gym locker, locker, locker, locker.

[chorus]

[2nd verse]
im a sneaker addict,
drug fanatic,
i live lavish,
got more carots,
that bunny rabbits,
i plant 'marry i',
courtyard groupie's lurkin,
an them niggas wit no pussy is always jerkin,
an niggas handcuff hoes like female cops,
i got ma wrists all froze, so the COs drop,
ayo em drink malibu, dre drink henny, banks drink baileys and buck drink remi,
im on the 7 a glock like, im still smellin musty, leavin barcelona for some argentina pussy,
ye man g-unit stunts it aint nothin', million dollar deals cos our fans dare hustle,
i stay stuntin, my glock stay pumpin, 58-58, i got my cell phone jumpin,
t-o-n-y the talk of new york, blowin dro in the 6, on the way to court.

[chorus]

[3rd verse]
you in the CBA, im in the NBA, its the rap t-mac, i stay with a gat,
click clack, i sit back n watch my soldiers attack, ya rhymes a snitches, homie im dealin with fact,
keep my car out the sun so the paint wont fade, n if my jewels dont shine its time to upgrade,
imma ball till i fall, niggas cant ruin me, from platinum plaques, wall to wall jewellery, i love my style,
hoes scream my name, its tony yayo, a cats scowl in the game, see niggas wanna kill me like sindy in scream, but i pack the mac-nilly wit a infered beam,
ayo im on daily like freddy in the dream, n my chains so heavy, it spotted to my splean, u front on my team, ma niggas will finish you, automatic
traypound will fuckin diminish you

[chorus]