Tony Yayo

[fox69]

"M.O.B."
(feat. P-Reala (Philthy Rich/Money Team))

"M.O.B."
(feat. P-Reala (Philthy Rich/Money Team))



[Chorus x2: Tony Yayo]
Money over bitches
Money over bitches
Money over, money over
Money over bitches

[Tony Yayo:]
I concentrate on these hoes I always be broke
I never have no motherfucking sour to smoke
Care less what a hater think, russian table mink
Russian bitch she a freak fuck her on the sink
She smelling like bomb number 9
Bugarri shades on she a dime
I'm staring at my oyster perpetual
Time to get sexual
It's a roxy rentals her head game critical
Man make the money not the individual
Pimp break a bitch when he kill her with the visuals
Some backshots and some calm ass head I'l do
It's back to your hubby when you start gettin emotional

[Chorus x2]

[P-Reala:]
Money is time trust I got none to spare
I'm too busy gettin bucks like I'm hunting deer
My lifestyle had an average chump until
The way you niggaz ride cabs is how I jump in leers
400 for the rolls not a penny more
I let these bitches see the ghost demi moore
I know niggaz that I'll clap at birds
It's an eagle but it talk like that aflike bird, word
That's a homi kid
I got niggaz in the hood still tryna move cain like ronnie did
It's a given that I'm gonna get the model ass
I'm on the paper trail right now to follow cash

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Makazo - Swine Flu"

"Makazo - Swine Flu"


[Static]

[Female:]
... legal voice... [static]

[Male:]
... there were psychos before. [static]

[Makazo:]
Shout-out to the "Swine Flu" mixtape, you understand me?
Hosted by the main man, Makazo.
It is what it is!
We gon' make it, do what we do!
We ARE the streets,.. you feel me?

 

[fox69]

"Make It Snow"
(feat. Bun B, Slim Thug and Deanaun Porter (D12))

"Make It Snow"
(feat. Bun B, Slim Thug and Deanaun Porter (D12))



[Hook:]
Some niggas lie like they money long
But you can look at me and see hey
That I can make it snow in the summer baby
And I can make it rain when it's sunny lady

[Verse 1:]
I need that money, money
I get that money, money
To your head to toe,
Got these girls money hungry
I got a s w a g degree, I pop the tag so gradually
Another day, another dollar
My bed sheet Prada
I lay on the shit feel like a million dolla'
Shawty says she swallow, I can't believe this shit
She on my dick cuddle so artistic

[Hook:]
Some niggas lie like they money long
But you can look at me and see hey
That I can make it snow in the summer baby
And I can make it rain when it's sunny lady
It ain't a secret you know how we do
The game belongs to me yeah
Cause I can make it snow in the summer baby
And I can make it rain when it's sunny lady

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, it's winter time baby so we pull them temps out
The flop of a vest that will leave your limbs out
I grab the keys, pull up foreign with the rims out
It's sweeter than them so I show you what a pimp bout
Hopping out designer shoes and designer clothes
Draped in designers jewels with designer hoes
You see my finna' JQ where my girl is smooth
We keep it pimping pussy nigga don't disturb this groove
Move around before we put you on a payroll bitch
It's bud b, keeping it p with Tony Yayo bitch!

[Hook:]
Some niggas lie like they money long
But you can look at me and see hey
That I can make it snow in the summer baby
And I can make it rain when it's sunny lady
It ain't a secret you know how we do
The game belongs to me yeah
Cause I can make it snow in the summer baby
And I can make it rain when it's sunny lady

[Verse 3:]
Thuger money long, thuger money grown
I take them bitches on field trips to my home
I can make it rain and turn it to a hurricane
Make it snow when it's 84 I ain't playing
They call me weather man cause I got that cheddar maine
But ain't no lie, I feed them bitches pocket change
You can start a thang, less you a pussy or brain
Let me be your pimping manager, same thang
Yeah I'm tight with it, only certain type get it
Just cause thug got it don't mean I gotta give it

[Hook:]
Some niggas lie like they money long
But you can look at me and see hey
That I can make it snow in the summer baby
And I can make it rain when it's sunny lady.

 

[fox69]

"Make Me A Billion"

"Make Me A Billion"


All the way from the uk
Beat butcher, strike on the boards
Be strike light up, we back at it again
Og kush nigga

[Chorus:]
Now tell me what's the street value of that coke
Now tell me what's the street value of that dope
2 tons is a billion
Make me a billion

[Verse 1:]
You a leech, a worm that feeds off my blood
I fed all these broke niggaz now where the love
Dreesed up in my tom ford opera slipper
Cops want my 10 fingers on they back finder
The shit drop anchor, here come a big flip
Movie, a martin schozazy flick
Yup, I'm all over mc's
They got the gall to offend me
Maroon bentley, the face cut up
That's the 2-11 coupe the vents in the front
Bullets hit you you'll be shakin like a bobble head
Amazona piranhas biting at your leg
Spongebob colored mazi, with the squidward seats
Rappers need photo hops I got work in these streets
I'm hort, like black flight jackets in the winter
Spit the gemstar out turn your face to dinner

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Ya wanna rumble with yay, haaa
Shit on the whole industry
4-10's a 44 on steriods
A.t.f coming we dumpin on them fed boys
A 16 of happiness and pain nigga
I'm never on the ashy shit again nigga
I play the centre field like willy maze
In the trenches reminiscin on them better days
Heavy chain pandora links
Got ya chick out of boosty fat ass that pussy pink
2 8 balls in my nike socks
Quarter million in my nike box fuck the cops

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Make Me a Billion (Remix)"
(feat. Mike Knox & Problemz)

"Make Me a Billion (Remix)"
(feat. Mike Knox & Problemz)



All the way from the uk
Beat butcher, strike on the boards
Beats right up we back at it again

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Now tell me what's the street value of that coke
Now tell me what's the street value of that dope
2 tons is a billion, make me a billion

[Mike Knox:]
Knox
I'm a north philly boss
Cooking in the loft
I'm good with the sauce like alfredo when I toss
Shoe box of money, add anotha 20
Same clothes through the week looking all bummy
Dress up on friday, party till it's monday
My nike love me so he serve me every sunday
What you know about moving 10 in 1 day
Audi r8, down the back block
Flip the corner tilt my hat drop the soft top
I'm like carmello in new york when I got the rock
I break it down, and assist my niggas
I smile up close, and then I pull the trigger
I keep the gucci bag, that's my money bag
Anmd if you shopping for tags then you ain't got the cash
I'm talkin 5 star wolves and your chick dig my style she park behind the cool

[Chorus x2]

[Problemz:]
I said they watching me closely all seeing eye
The raw up in my palms make the beams rise
Zombie after zombie they be looking for a fix
Fiends like a&r's now they looking for them hits
You got fiction in your lines you ain't looking to legit
If you acting like you fly that could put you in some shit
Chill, it's too real around me, blood spill around me
But yet I keep it so cool catch a jux around me
Pennies in my pockets million dollar dreams
Destination success when I'm headin outta queens
Vegetarion mind all I think about is green
I'm mobbin with them malision nigga pardon my regime

[Chorus x]

[Tony Yayo:]
Ya wanna rumble with yay, haaa
Shit on the whole industry
4-10's a 44 on steriods
A.t.f we dumpin on them fed boys
A 16 of happiness and pain nigga
I'm never on the ashy shit again nigga
I play the centre field like willy maze
In the trenches reminiscin on them better days
Heavy chain pandora links
Got ya chick out of boosty fat ass that pussy pink
2 8 balls in my nike socks
Quarter million in my nike box fuck the cops

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Me Against The World"
(feat. Travis Barker)

"Me Against The World"
(feat. Travis Barker)



Yea, uh, yeaaaaa

[Chorus:]
It's just me against the world bitch
Me against the world
It's just me against the world bitch
Me against the world

Uh, yea
It's just me against the world bitch
It's just me against the world

[Verse:]
Man die he in t-shirt
Baby born doctor playing with the after birth
Larry davis with a fo fo
Master kush in the aire let the stress go
I need a pardon from the president, john fortay
Fuck payin taxes I got work all day
I hard head make it soft fast
Cause momma told em leave the streets alone
The next day he got blast
Recession, but the liquor store making money
Praying for them rainy days, to turn em sunny
Everyday is a struggle in the rotten apple
I chase the pain away ciroc mied with pineapple
Hoodrats yellin scrappin over facebook
Bitch got her face sliced permanent face lift
And that's life in the ghetto, everybody I know
Trying to get they ass out the ghetto
And that's so real

 

[fox69]

"Mike Epps Intro"

"Mike Epps Intro"


[Mike Epps:]
Check this out man!
This yo' main man, partner man; Day-Day, Mike Epps!
Baby Powder, pimpin' got uh... pimpin' got in my blood.
And I just want let you know right now you listen to that G-Unit Part 11! [echoes]
Yayo's home on home-detention, right now eatin'... barbecue sandwiches and... chipses shit!
Havin' all Cadillac, different Puerto Rican bitches with puppy pitbulls step into the crib!
So make sure you ride to Yayo's home and check him out...
And give him a celebration to come home on home-detention!
Welcome home Yayo!
Matter of fact...

 

[fox69]

"Mike Tyson Intro"

"Mike Tyson Intro"


[Mike Tyson:]
There's never been anybody ruthless. (OOOOHHHH!)
I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey there's no one like me, I'm from their claw.
There's NO ONE who can match me!
My style is IMPETUS!
My defence is IMPREGNABLE!
You know? I'm Alexander, he's NO Alexander!

 

[fox69]

"Mo Money Mo Problems"

"Mo Money Mo Problems"


[Chorus:]
Can't trust my friends, can't trust my enemies
Can't trust these hoes, I can't trust this industry
Everybody out to get me but
It's mo money mo problems
It's mo money mo problems
It's mo money mo problems
It's mo money mo problems

[Verse:]
Yea
The Unit ain't been the same
But I'm a hold this shit, down the streets screamin my name
I got so cool beef with you know who
I just bought 30 swammies to supply the crew
This weed got me paranoid, you feel it in the air
If I get too paranoid, I shoot the engineer
Yea, I'm flyin in a Lear from Estonia
I got the sniper money I just spent a home on ya
When it's time to ride, there's a Hum (mer) full of niggaz
When it's time for a show, there's a Bent (ley) full of niggaz
Snake ass niggaz is reptiles
Till I shoot em up fill em up with projectiles
Stay focused, these faggots in European cars
Only thing European is the wood on the Rolls
Hudred EX with the suicide doors
My car give you a hug to strike a pose

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Money 2 Burn"
(feat. Currensy & P Reala)

"Money 2 Burn"
(feat. Currensy & P Reala)



[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Money to burn, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
Money to burn, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
Money to burn, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire

[Tony Yayo:]
2 vanilla dutches, the uzi lit
Sour dour lookin like an oreo sticker
I'm with my oreo bitch
She black but she white on the inside
Phantom ghost black, white on the inside
Uniteds got a 300 sparta flow
Amsterdam bungalow blow hawaiian snow
The moon is my harsh mistress
Purple stash, european bitches, on the road to riches
Like cuzzi in his prime, it's a movie when I shine
Eating chen chens, groupie in the 9
I burn the l models like the phillies
In atl up in wet willies

[Chorus]

[Curren$y:]
Yea, coming up slamming chevrolet doors
Champagne bottles open up when the deals been closed
Bitches outta pocket tryna get into mine
Only got 1 thing for her in these levis
He high, yea pru what's new
Ain't nuttin but this crate mona and this box 82
Tryna lace these squares with the gamecube
Paint wetter than ever but won't select to make it rain fool
Throwin money on a stripper
I rather throw my money at the smoke man homeboy deliver
With a yella tag on my weed bag that's the best buy
Gggggg jet life

[Chorus]

[P-Reala:]
Yo money to burn
So imagine that a curfew boy is smoking outta ducthes
Yea I had to make the birdy noise
A bunch of bad bitches rozay and loud kush
Presidential suites ain't service air out wood
My foreign bitch got hell stacks
Keep my pants off like they on cell crack
Car half a mill that's before the sales tax
Gotta bag full of bills and no it ain't a mail sack
I'm rich hoe, this is how the shit go
Heavyweight overseas call her bricks klitscho
We all about the green like the oakland a's
Were burning paper in the club like we smoking j's

[Chorus]