Tony Yayo

[fox69]

"So Special (Remix)"
(feat. Movado)

"So Special (Remix)"
(feat. Movado)



[Mavado:]
I'm on di go
I'm on di go but! badman ah try fi stop mi though jah know
I'm on di go, I'm on di go jah! clone mi out cah mi nuh
Poppy show ja

[Chorus: Mavado]
I'm so special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special bwoy ah pree mi
Fi gal and dem waan chase like petal thank jah

[Verse: Tony Yayo]
I'm so special, I'm so special, so special, so special
I walk around with my 4-10 special
It holds shotgun shells cause it's special
I leave a nigga in the ground with the devil
For his big faced watch with the bezzel
I send 16 shots make ya hot like mexico
Or he reach for his starp shoot himself like vexico
What the fuck y'all hating for
I smoke like rammalan, I smoke that bombaloud
Ya guys a pitstart shoot like a pistol
My gun in my small palm it go bam bam like lebron

[Chorus 2: Mavado]
I'm so special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special bwoy ah pree mi
Fi gal and dem waan chase like petal thank jah
I'm so special, I'm so special so special so special
Tell 'em mi nuh fear two face expression guy fi do
Dutty mouth caan trace nor dettol mi hear dem chat

[Verse: Mavado]
Jackie and steven ah di swine fa! informa si too much
Dat dem blind fa! one plate ah food dem sell out mankind
Fa! guess you have di yearn suh weh di bag ah badmind fa
Mi sidestep dem dutty works suh how di fuck dem waan mi
Join fa! mi gi dem weh dem waan weh dem ah mix mi inna
Crime fa, ah di same thing warlord rise him nine fa
Every dutty work jah shall show dem a sign fa cause jah

Mek we special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special dem waan pree mi
Fi gal and dem waan chase like petal but jah
I'm so special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special ha ha ha

Jah! mek we special, I'm so special so special so
Special dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special dem waan
Pree mi fi gal and dem waan chase like brother it's
A special delivery, dem waan mi live inna misery but
Dat they will never si special delivery, from my
Mother deliver mi ha ha I'm on di go, I'm on di go but
Dem badmind nuh waan fi stop mi though jah know, I'm on
Di go I'm on di go but! dem caan play mi like nuh poppy
Show cause jah! mek we special, I'm so special so special
So special dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special dem waan Pree mi fi gal and dem waan chase like petal but jah
Mek we special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special dem waan pree mi fi
Gal and dem waan chase like petal but jah

 

[fox69]

"Somebody Snitched On Me"

"Somebody Snitched On Me"


[Chorus: x2]
Officer rickyyy
Officer rickyyy
Officer rickyyy
Yeaaa

[Verse:]
Yea I never had drama with the cops
But I larry davis rick ross ass with the glock
Your life is fabricated, what bricks you moving
Homie ask e-class I'm known for shooting
I just spoke to sha money, sha spoke to makazo
Niggaz fuck with rick ross, hell no he po po
He the next ja rule, and khaled be hating
Remember last time pussy at the radio station
You fuck boy peons, your swaggering odion
That maybach 57 is looking like a neon
You youtube gangsta, hoe ass nigga
I call in castalaneu, shells in you abdominal
And I hear that haitian nigga on your track
But I just got of the jack, with haitian jack
I got the mac, miami is the 2 2 3
You lose a body part nigga fucking with me

[Chorus x2]

[Verse:]
My clothes got the carridge and the horse on it
Hermeez I look like a boos in it
Sex, drugs, money and them fed boys
The porsche performing like ron on steroids
You got def jam lookin like the ford building
A c.o, talking bout drug dealing
A lil londons on that potty nigga
I'm going hard tryna see that bugatti dealer
I got that auto matic shotty nigga
I catch a body nigga
My lawyer got me in cobo with a hottie nigga
And me and fif is like jordan and scotty nigga
Yea I'm on the streets, you the police
That 57 don't even got plane seats
I thought jay taught you, that's your big homie
Get the 62, step it up dummy

Dumb motherfucker, you ain't even got plane seats
Spent all that money on that 57 nigga
Don't fool the public nigga
62 is for a boss
Ask jay nigga, ask your boss jay-z nigga

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Southside"

"Southside"


Yo doe time fix what's good
Make out in the colliseum
Ha ha
Rochdale, baisley, 40

[Verse:]
I'm from where all the warriors come from
Nigga it's sparta 300 with handguns
I hit the collisuem up
And park the bentley on the roof
Feelin like papi mason jumpin out the coupe
Niggaz talkin crazy, that I'll be the death of you
Mortician make up your family missing you
I'm a gangsta how I ain't tucked
Ya pussy niggaz lettin crackheads beat y'all up
Y'all got the gall, I ball, chris paul
And the psychic can't read my life through a crystal ball
2 bricks on consame fedarallis can't find me
My southside state of mind is oh so grimey
Guns fresh out the box keep making me hard
Niggaz swing on me you be spawned with god
Mazirati pull off like a rollercoaster
I got the cars stacked up on the motor coaches
World full of vultures, phone full of soldiers
Deez dusty niggaz dojas, I make they life over
Yea, and I ain't really worried bout when the narcs hit
House in the woods got the bear proof garbage
My jewish lawyer tear up the charges
Money got me in mawi on them models knockers
Ducatti monster, outrun the fucking law
Cause I'm an outlaw with a fucking 44

Southside where I'm from
Southside where I'm from
Southside where I'm at
Southside where I be
Big gun on me
Haha
Yea
Southside
Southside
Yea
They say never foregt where you come from nigga
Southside jamaica ya heard
Queens
Rest in peace to dre mose
Rest in peace to stack bundles
Jam master jay
Queens

 

[fox69]

"Southside To Bedstuy"
(feat. Maino)

"Southside To Bedstuy"
(feat. Maino)



[Tony Yayo:]
These rappers talkin bout fast cars and kilos
That caviar prosche 911 down with kilos
Let's talk money homie pillows of that brain dead
When I was broke I had no pillow for my damn head
Damn rich I got a little money on my head
That's chump change og, I'm not dead
My angels turn my tears to a bright smile
I binged out doin time on rikers isle
I'm in a challenger, high with my honey bunch
Flip flop colour, the dodge is hawaiian punch
Them fiends want lunch, I give em dog food
Run up on my whip, you be the lords food

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
I ain't out here chasing my dick I'm chasing paper
And when you make too much these niggaz they learn to hate ya
You are a hater I'm a hermeez draper
A jimmy tabinni and a new lamborghini
These haterz wanna be me, your bitch I'm a scrape her
Mad at me cause I'm all about paper
Paper, paper
Mad at me cause I'm all about paper
Paper, paper
Mad at me cause I'm all about paper

[Maino:]
I could see it in your eyes that you niggaz really hateful
It hurt you too see me and I ain't in that shell suit
I ain't in that big yard, I ain't in that mess hall
I ain't even think that, I would make it this far
Ain't life strange though, look at how it changed though
You don't even like me the bitch love maino
She love how my chain glow, love when my shirt off
Sl drop no top baby shirt off
Runnin through the city pants half down half up
We get money pussy niggaz get they eyes shut
Black bandana on my right wrist tied up
You still chasing pussy while pussy tryna find us

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Southside To Far Rock"
(feat. Stack Bundles)

"Southside To Far Rock"
(feat. Stack Bundles)



[Talking: Tony Yayo]
Yea from southside to far rock
Rest in peace to Stack Bundles
It's the unit
[Repeat]

[Stack Bundles:]
Nigga from far rock to southside
Hit em in his face so in nother words snuff died
I'm nice with a knife like a latin king
Carve a nigga ass up nice then I'm in the bing
I got my war paint on dog who want beef
I move with guerillas and wolves ya niggaz all sheep
These hollowtips I'll pop lock on a nigga
And for ya fake ass chain I'll go pawn it

[Riot Squad:]
Lil man's let em know it's jeezy
Big enough I'll give em a little pain like teenie
You know were far rock movers
Yo yayo hit fif we got far rock shooters
The rap game quiet, diet drama dark season
Now it's a reason for the riot
S s s s squad up nigga ya heard that
Now put your teeth and mouth where the curb at

[Chorus: Riot Squad]
Bad wolves move in silence
Respect 2 things that's money and violence
G-unit riot gang go head and run up trust me nigga they do bang
They won't get 1 up on me
Best believe I got something on me
So if you run up on me
That's the end of the story

[Tony Yayo:]
Ask dem niggaz in them projects if yayo's on that killer shit
Dat hollow gram grey glock tucked in that chinchilla shit
My lil niggaz hungry like yay let me book sumthin
Fuck books I need work let me cook sumthin
Kelly pushing hennessy wash away the pain
I'll leave a nigga washed up if he run up on my range
I got that aim, the glock gotta beam
My swag make haters wanna see me in a bing
I get that strap tight, homie I get right
Aim for your chest cavity and your windpipe
You niggaz marked bitches the 60 with the automatic
Start make the pussy fart on small bitches
And denny ones, I got mini guns
Baby glocks and beef brocks boy I got many guns
I use and abuse em, then I throw em to the wolves
And I cause mass confusion

[Chorus]

[Riot Squad:]
Listen it's 2 guns, 3 parolles we all guilty
I get knocked my clean record is filthy
Go against the rich slangin wool on the tapes
For the shit that's on your wrist that resemble a jake
If it's once and they fake so I don't see crystal
I bet you everythings coming out this pistol
Pull the thing out, one wing out
Give you something to sing bout
New york know how I mob em
Come to the club so a rapper can get robbed
I'm in deep in avalon (dipset byrdgang)
G-unit dumbouts riding like the saddles on
Call the jakes I'm the nigga to taddle one
They heard I hand balls like there pat alongs
And my young boys all got there pedal on
We can hold court in the street with no settle on

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Stay Strapped"

"Stay Strapped"


Money make a girl full of that [x8]

Jesus died on a cross next to criminals
45 a.c.p by the genitals
In this modifying,
A silent homenage execution style right between the eyes
Mint suite 2 brazillians bitches hopped out
They wanna stop my balling, lock out
Recession, heart full of turmoil
Niggaz try to take yours let them bullets burn on you
Fake friends turn out to be hoe niggaz
20 mill in liquid funds I show niggaz
El chapo rich through the pipe line
They eye rate they hate from the sidelines
I grab the world by the fucking shoulders
If everybody bossed up, who the fucking soldiers
I'm in vegas nevada in a cosmo
Me and p-reala got 20 hoes
Fo sho

[Chorus:]
Got that uzi 4-10, marlon rock on the llama
I only bring it out when I see a baby mama
Got that uzi 4-10, marlon rock on the llama
I only bring it out when I see a baby mama
Got that uzi 4-10, marlon rock on the llama
I stay strapped up when I see a baby mama
Got that uzi 4-10, marlon rock on the llama
I stay strapped up when I see a baby mama

Yea when I see a baby mama nigga
I'm in far rockaway
Edeman handles or sumthin
Red fur I need that marlon rockwell that big shit
Ya feel me
Southside jamaica I make that 4-10 revolve
Hold shotgun shells and shit
Merrick boulevard I take a uzi them nigga sneaky
Ya feel me
Haha, nigga know his guns and shit man
Gpg 4 outlaws nigga
Yeaaaaaa

 

[fox69]

"Straight Outta Southside"

"Straight Outta Southside"


[Intro: Lloyd Bank$ {Superstar Jay}]
I don't know what the fuck y'all been doin'! {Superstar Jay, Tony Yayo...!} [gun cocks] [11 shots]
But this what they want! {"Righteous Kill: You Will Respect The Gun"!}
I'd like to give a R.I.P... in advance... to all my enemies! {Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!}
Die quick niggas! {Whoooo!}

[Lloyd Bank$:]
"Straight Outta SouthSide"! - Crazy mothafucka named Bank-o! (yeah!)
Crack rap! - Million dolla bankroll! (yeah!)
Black 'Lac - for my outta state hoe
These niggas talk gangsta, but really ain't tho'. (no!)
I'm a stormy night! - You a rainbow! (hahh!)
I'm a G! - Tight clothes ain't my thang, bro'. (no!)
FUCK THE POLICE - with a' HIV carrier
No vaseline in the M-16. (yeeah!)
I'm ridin' dirty but the Bent' pimp clean (yeeeah!)
And gotta body like I feed it creatine. (whooo!)
My birth stone in diamond! - My favorite color's green!
I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII! (boy!)

[Interlude: Tony Yayo]
Yeah!
Y'all mothafuckas shot my momma's crib-up?! (yeeeeeeeah!)
My sister and niece in there...
I'm gettin' y'all niggas hit for 500 dollars, I'm a be in London mothafucka! (yeeeeeeeeaah!)

[Tony Yayo:]
My name is Yayo! - A crazy nigga he don't play, tho! (WHAT?!)
I'll hitcha planters peanut with the.8-0! (WHAT?!)
Al Qaeda - expert merkin',
When all my niggas die, they gon' have 80 virgins. (BLAAAAT!)
I'm the 'burb swervin' - cause I'm drunk and I'm high
With that Glock! - That pump! - That Mack and.4-5! (BRING IT DOWN NOW!)
FUCK THE POLICE they killed Sean Bell! (WHAT?!)
FUCK THE FEDS I still deal fishscale! (WHAT?!)
Mini-me niggas wanna copy my style,
But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial! (hahaha!)
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's (I ain't lyin'!)
Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach. - BLAAAAAAAAT!

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
These niggas is weak, son.
Lookin' like cookies an' cream to me.
Goddamn, a fly, man; a heartbeat, man; niggas know me!
Niggas know any of these niggas can't get it!

[50 Cent:]
Nigga it's Boo-Boo! - But you can call me 50! (50!)
Fuck with me the police'll have to get me.
7-60, I-I ride I'm a rider. (I'm a rider!)
Molotov, I toss that, you on fire! (you on fire!)
Beef pop, I'll stop talkin' an' get quiet
And make the muzzle on the Tec look like it's on fire.
My shit jammed and unjammed like I planned it
Like I was jus takin' a breather, I'm back blammin'.
I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry - with the cannon!
You shootin' back, but you ain't hittin' shit I'm still STANDIN'!
When shit don't go down smooth I don't PANIC!
Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man.

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeeeaaah!
Nigga I'm "Straight Outta SouthSide"!
I'm back on that Gorilla shit, that cold hearted killa shit.
Nigga stunt to mouth wide... we move around military.
We trained for some iller shit... mohfucka!
SouthSide! [echoes] [beat fades-out]

[Interlude: Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the "Talk Of New York", Tony Yayo.
I'm like most people...
They respect the gun, they respect me, too, youkno'msayin'?
Shout-to my nigga, Brucie!
Youkno'Imean?
Shout to everybody on the MTV set, youkno'msayin'?
Look out for the new reality show, come in November. [beat starts]
Ffff!
Somebody's gon' win some guapo-mapo.
I can't tell you who it is! [echoes]

 

[fox69]

"Streets Keep Callin Me"
(feat. Cormega)

"Streets Keep Callin Me"
(feat. Cormega)



[Talking: Tony Yayo]
Yea nigga get a mixtape out or something nigga
Fuck, they talk bout these fucking rappers man
I do this shit for the money man
Staright g's man
Word up, it's the talk of new york nigga they don't how
Niggaz know what time it is man
For real man I'm getting all this money this year
Taking it back to the streets
Never see y'all niggaz in the hood
For real man, yea

[Tony Yayo:]
Nigga ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
Live it up get money nigga bust a nut
Boy you gangstes are tough and the guns you bust
For that 25 to life straight fucking you up
Listen in the projects niggaz die over rumors
And close head shots give niggaz brain tumors
Hell yea, everybody hustle round here
I don't play by the rules cause the game ain't fair
My team is monopilising, marketing and advertising
Wet on a beach with a freak while the sun rise
I'm in the coupe driving while you on the stoop rhymin
You rappin for free nah dog that ain't me
I get a g every line, my fans online
You ain't richer than me stop watching mine

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
The streets keep calling me
The keep calling me back
But it ain't where I'm from it's where I'm at
They keep on calling me
They got me riding strapped
With a bitch from vitesse with her head in my lap
The streets be calling me
You can see me out in public
I stay in the hood I be giving up bubbly
The streets keep calling me, keep calling me
I'm addicted to the streets they keep calling me
They keep calling me, they keep calling me
I'm addicted to the streets they keep calling me

[Cormega:]
I use to want props, now I want property
Nigga I ain't tryna be, caught up in narcotics beat
You got the cream and blobby but it's not ikeem
Ironically, I can make you feel the rockets is not a game when the llamas lay,
You yesterdays news, tomorrow came
Now your plots a grave my hollow shots fuck up your concentration
I gots the montego flow, I rock with yayo
Real recognise real, watch what you say yo
Love is love but acknowledge hate shown
From niggaz who grren from envy or rocks on they clothes
You better ask somebody, who's stash is mighty
How many friends from the past that there's beside em
Of course I'm just talking bout your man that's grimey
Those who stay true should be right there by you
But god bless the chld who could hold his own
If you earn it you deserve it no man can deny you

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Swagga Like Us"

"Swagga Like Us"


Yea, yo, ay yo yo
Turn my mic levels up
Turn my mic levels up turn the beat down a lil bit
I wanna hear my swag nigga
You heard me turn my mic levels up
Turn the beat down, yeaaaa
Fuck a recession man
Stocks just went down again
Fuck man, nigga bush on tv acting like don't be worried
Well I'm worried man
I'm about to trade in that bentley all that shit
Jewellery all that shit man

I've got swagger my shoes farragamo
Big 4 4 nigga yay catch a homo
Don't do tahoe, only ducatti
Take off the grill now the phantom is a caddy
I, balls watch christmas eve
Got louie fendi balls on my christmas trees
Nigga yayo for preident I free all the jails out
And buy coke with that 700 billion dollar bail out
The worlds biggest re up in the guiness books
I chef up cocaine like chemist cooks
I gets the illest looks over pro tools
Nigga step ya game up buck don't I hold tools
Nicknamed her old school I call her ice tea
And that new toy I call it soulja boy
I mix the coke with the soda boy
Now the crack game over boy
By the way I got that boy, bundles of it
And the pelle got bundles in it
Why a nigga so timid
300 hollywood 2 hoes in it
Looking like a fishbowl my life is the shiiidiit

 

[fox69]

"Swagga Official"
(feat. Red Cafe)

"Swagga Official"
(feat. Red Cafe)



Yea niggas know it's the unit
Yea niggas know it's the unit

[x2:]
Make way for the unit coming through
Make way, yea

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
My swaggas official, my swaggas official
My swaggas official, my swaggas official
My swaggas official, my swaggas official
My swaggas officials so I walk with the pistol

[Verse: Tony Yayo]
Mami this a desert rider, baller, yay a shot caller
Hoe's in the iphone still won't call her
Matter fact call her, call up carla
Jump in the camaro with the brand new spoiler
Niggas that's gangsta, that's gangsta shit
G-unit's the clique that's the thanks that we get
Fans love me then they love me not
Nigga I don't give a fuck I'm in a lovely drop
Ma these hermee, these 800 riggghtttt
They look like no names the patch on the inside
Used to drive a hoop ride now I'm in a 6-5
I pull a trigger hit a nigga that's 6'5"

[Chorus x2]

[Red Cafe:]
The cowards acting like guerillas
But they ain't with the unit
So I'm a go ape shit show em how to do it
Swagga official, baller big bank
And we got the fishscale not in the fish tank
Top shelf dress code always extra
I murder anything moving always dexter
Swagga official walk gotta bop
Chopper that a cut your roof drop your top
The shit now big dog fuck you pay is official
Stones clearer than blue ray
And if I do say I'm still from the sewer
Still get my dick sucked right on guy brewer

[Chorus x2]