Tony Yayo

[fox69]

"Tony Yayo Talk Bout It"

"Tony Yayo Talk Bout It"


Yea it feels good to see people up on it
Use to be broke now I floss it and flaunt it
They'll never buy ya album word to mother
Not even the bootleg with the blurry cover
Burn rubber in the benz mclaren
Chains glaring, dames staring
I'm hot so stop preparing
Yo it's T-O-N-Y I cook like a chemist
The 6 be the color of spinach
On the wo wo supenis
Stashbox holding the tech
So I can cook a nigga brain like hannible lect
I got the money, the power and a big set of balls
Nigga slow your role I put your face on the wall
I get birds for dirt cheap, I get that dough
And put pieces on your strip the size of your big toe
I'm out in atl smoking grandaddy
On them rubberband tires on the brand new caddy

 

[fox69]

"Tony Yayo War"

"Tony Yayo War"


[Intro:]
Superstar Jay, Tony Yayo! [gun cocks][11 shots]
"Righteous Kill"...
"You Will Respect The Gun!"
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Whoooo!

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!

[Chorus: 50 Cent (Lloyd Bank$)]
Nigga you so toouugh! - Tough until ya heartbeat stop
The trey-pound pop - ya arteries shot
Ya bleedin' and shout - get in the pine box
Damn, you's a hard muthafucka!

You so toouugh! - Tough until ya punk-ass hit
The.4-5th kick, - the hypla spit!
You in deep shit (uh!) - now yo' ass sit
You supposed to be hard muthafucka! (Uuuuh!) - You so toouugh...

[Tony Yayo:]
For that china white, I'll lay a nigga momma down
We can shoot-it-out like Frank White did in Chinatown. (BLAAAAT!)
You know I got that hard white. - You know I got that tannin' brown, (brown!)
Automatic trey-pound leave a nigga maned-down. (Break IT DOWN NOW!)
Murda, murda, homicide! - Real, right niggas ride
Gangstas, they never hide - thank God I'm still alive. (ALIVE!)
My pockets look like there's cracks on me (BLAT!)
My waist looks like I got the Mack on me.
These hoes on my dick, I got that axe on me;
You a R.N., "Regular Nigga" that rap, homie.
I'm crack, homie! - I'm dope money
I wake up and wipe my ass with' coke money!
C-back, Maybach, my shit two-toned
Nigga run up on that, - yo' ass a tombstone!
I'm wood like a group home, ghetto like a payphone;
Jake the snake, I'm low in the Hoodpromo!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga you so toouugh! - Tough until ya heartbeat stop
The trey-pound pop - ya arteries shot
Ya bleedin' and shout - get in the pine box
Damn, you's a hard muthafucka!

You so toouugh! - Tough until ya punk-ass hit
The.4-5th kick, - the hypla spit!
You in deep shit - now yo' ass sit
You supposed to be hard muthafucka! - You so toouugh...

 

[fox69]

"Top Notch Gangstas (Remix)"
(feat. Mike Knox & Louie Castro)

"Top Notch Gangstas (Remix)"
(feat. Mike Knox & Louie Castro)



[Mike Knox:]
Knoxx
Yayo
You ain't gotta do no more shooting now baby

[Chorus: Louie Castro]
I'm a top notch gangsta you know where to find me
Deep in the streets yay know I'm out grinding
H boy shit drive by with a 100 clips
Blast me a chest nothing left but a hollow tip

[Mike Knox:]
I'm in the city ridin round with the strap on my lap
2 vests on my back with a bulletproof hat
I'm for the day time action
Shooting at your captain
Glcok full of gun smoke all you is wheel movin
In the jet cruising, this is how we do shit
Peek a boo your whole strip
Everybody gettin hit
Hoodies on till we switch
Never caught up in the mix
In the club with the blick, 4 pound hit a dick
Laughin at you fuck boys
We can do it inside if you want you better duck boy
Security be bitching cause I'm about my buisness
A bottle of zay over ya head he need stitches
They banned me from the club, but I don't give a fuck
I'd rathe hit the bar in the hood and buy the liquor up
They see trouble follow me so my guns on me
I'm like monster from brooklyn I'm in these streets

[Chorus:]

[Tony Yayo:]
4-10 nigga, I go gun ho
I make it hot like mama baptist gumbo
No hours immune to the violence
Wake up to the gun shot you never hear silence
In the ghetto everybody knock each other
I guess cause they live top each other
Got the llama for the drama
Pits might lock on your leg
Groupies on stage lil mama vma's
White mazi, police racist like them white nazi's
Shooters on your car like paparazzi
Flash bang hit, you don't bang bitch
Camaro, red bullet I come spray shit
Philly niggaz here they shoot at cops
I'm in the balance with beans and knox
With a half a pound of sour, pockets full of knots
My louie jeans, is full of that guap

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Top-Notch Gangsta"

"Top-Notch Gangsta"


Yea gpg
Yea gunpowder guru
Yayo, fif what's good
Banks whattup
Yea

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
R.I.p to lodi mac
I pray to god I get them niggaz back
I'm on that rich nigga shit I could kill about 5 of you
And when you die I build a mall on top of you
New york my roof fit
In that porsche panarama s armor kit
They say yay is a dead man walking
So when I die put a half of pound in my coffin

[Chorus: Louie Castro]
I'm a top notch gangsta you know where to find me
Deep in the streets yay know I'm out grinding
H boy shit drive by with a 100 clips
Blast me a chest nothin left but a hollow tip

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
They say lifes a bitch, then you die
So that sour got me on another high
And I promise you huey p I'd revenge his death
Squeeze the drum out the k till theses nothing left
I hit a nigga from a 100 yards you think he telling
I got his head on a scope like a watermelon
I wake up to big blunts and td jakes homies
And got them call of duty guns by the safe homie
Money made me a target that's what happened
The hip hop police they own manhatten
They locked wayne up, they locked p up
And every other day man they tryna lock me up

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Trap Say Ayy Yayo"

"Trap Say Ayy Yayo"


Ayy ayy ayy ok ok juicy gucci juicy gucci half a brick,
half a brick, zaytoven, zaytiggi, ayy ayy ayy ok ok ok ayy ayy so icey entertainment

[Over intro: Tony Yayo]
Yea, half a brick, yeaaaa
G-unit
Ayyy, ayyy, okkk, ayyyy
Yea, g-unit

[Chorus: x2]
Quarter Brick, half a brick,
Whole brick (Aaay!)
Quarter pound, half a pound,
Whole pound (Okay!)
100 pillz, 1000 pillz, servin major
Weight
JuiceMan and Gucci Mane make the trap

[Tony Yayo:]
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole key and yay
Got me in that louie, gucci and that hermeez
200 thousand that's 3 bricks a day
170 real cats the other 30's like flake
I'm an og in the a, looking fresh to death
I gotta thousand e pills and that crystal meth
I got that rose breath, I got them dior feet
And we lookin like money on bolter cresh street
Yeaaaaaa

[Chorus x2]

[OJ Da Juiceman:]
I'm boomin I'm buggin I'm termin all the
Baites
Rap game ezy but da dope game gravy
Young juice man and my life is the
Japerz
With stupid fruity crazy swag jumpin in
Yo lader
Banana donk chevy interior like the
Lakers
Lebron james wrist when I'm fuckin with
Yaper
Hit the trap, stay down watch the paper
Wake up
Boomin out da house and J askin for a
Waiter
Half a brick whole brick got me buyin jacob
Worried still walking in a head of a gator
Half a brick whole brick got me buyin jacob
Worried still walking in a head of a gator

[Chorus x2]

[Gucci Mane:]
I'm twerkin birds in so we workin
Packin a truck stop to train a back in
We big flip jug we tote it off the
Forklift
The way my plug kick ya think he
Had a black belt
My scale so big big boy can weight
It's damn self
2000 pounds of mid I sold dat shit my
Damn self
Washer full of cash dryer full of X
Pillz
Red rag in my pocket same color my
Vette is
My number lower than a ese from texas a
Quarter mil in da mail is an investment
A sniper rifle like a soldier in the
Desert
A eagle on me boy I'm known to tote a
Desert
I sack a ounce up before I sold a
Record
He won't a brick I told him meet me by
The checkers
I sack a pound up before I sold a
Record
He want a bet I told him meet me by
The checkers

[Chorus x2]

[OJ Da Juiceman:]
Young juice man God dammit I'm the shit
Boomin on the chain working with 50 bricks
1000 pound bail tryna make a mega grill
Posted on the cresh with that 4.5 on my hip
34, 34 tuck behind my heel
Tell 60 dawg with that extra limb
502 dark dawg with thate extra kid
I got that stupid bank cause I got that stupid wheel

[Chorus x2]

Ayy ayy ayy ok
Damn damn say say
Dam damn damn juice juice
Ey ey ey gucc juice gucc juice

 

[fox69]

"Trigga"

"Trigga"


You ever wake up and wanna slit your wrists
Your daughter start acting like that awful bitch
I got the ak-47 tatted on my stomach
If that nigga ratted put 3 in his stomach
In my hood niggas kill for practice
Trap star mutilated money in the mattress 'cause, 'cause
[Repeat]

Ain't no love the trigga ain't got names
Haze and hennessy wash up all the pain
Homocide wash up all the blood stains
Dead nigga washed up in a new range
I wake up to the new york post
At her sweet 16 a girl shot in her throat
My homie bitten, he a menatnce man from the island
Sins forbidden but the nigga keep wyling
So much weed I wonder who seed is
So much hoes I'm acting conceited

 

[fox69]

"Trillville"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"Trillville"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[Eminem:] He Is Dj Whoo Kid

[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah Its The Talk Of New York
Yeah Nigga Real Talk Of New York
A.K.A. 12 12s 58 58s
I Got My Man Lloyd Banks In This Motherfucker
A.K.A. Blue Hefner
My Man Buck Young Buck A.K.A. Buck Marley
And I Got My Man 50 Cent You Know Curtis "Interscope" Jackson

[Chorus: Tony Yayo (50 Cent)]
What It Is Yo, Whats Up?
(Whats Up?)
I Put Some Money On Your Head You Get Touched
(Get Touched)
And My Killers Come Through And Bust
(And Bust)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
Nine Milly Hold Me Down The Clip Full
(Clip Full)
You Better Duck When My Niggas Come Through
(Come Through)
44 'll Fuckin' Hit You
(Hit You)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
You Niggas In The Hood Try To Mention Me
You'll Get Turned Into An Unsolved Mystery
Homie My 44 'll Make You History
Kid You Died That Day It Was Meant To Be
With Your Mom And Your Papa Hopin' You Make It
And Po Po Thinkin' Its Gang Related
Nigga Its Drug Related
Listen Lifes A Bitch
My Ski Mask On, See My Eyes And My Lips
Slide In My Six
New Four Fifth
Extra Clip
Hollowtips
Now You Hit
Layin' Stiff
White Sheet Over Your Crisp Outfit
I Told You So
Pay That Dough
Now You In The Morgue With A Tag On Your Toe
Kick In Your Do' (Door)
With A Big Four Four
Give Me That Coke, That E And That Blow

[Chorus: Tony Yayo (50 Cent)]
What It Is Yo, Whats Up?
(Whats Up?)
I Put Some Money On Your Head You Get Touched
(Get Touched)
And My Killers Come Through And Bust
(And Bust)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
Nine Milly Hold Me Down The Clip Full
(Clip Full)
You Better Duck When My Niggas Come Through
(Come Through)
44 'll Fuckin' Hit You
(Hit You)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Hey Yo, Its T-O-N-Y
I Stay With A Semi
New Mac-10 'll Make All Your Men Die
You Don't Want No Drama
We Run Up On Your Mama
And Cock Back The Llama
Now Thats Beef Nigga
You Don't Want It Started
So Don't Get It Started
Cause My Gorillas Is Insane And Retarded

[Chorus: Tony Yayo (50 Cent)]
What It Is Yo, Whats Up?
(Whats Up?)
I Put Some Money On Your Head You Get Touched
(Get Touched)
And My Killers Come Through And Bust
(And Bust)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
Nine Milly Hold Me Down The Clip Full
(Clip Full)
You Better Duck When My Niggas Come Through
(Come Through)
44 'll Fuckin' Hit You
(Hit You)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)

[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah Its The Talk Of New York Nigga

 

[fox69]

"Trouble"

"Trouble"


Gpg 4
Keep raining on these niggaz man
I'm for the streets ya heard me
Yea, yea

Amazona piranhas concrete jungle
Christmas time on the humble kill chris cringle
I got dope on the streets fuck another single
My shiney a.p got her on my d.I.c.k
Enforcer like rebay
Kabo 10 weather no time for envy
Bounce through l.a, blue and red pelle
In and out burger, porn star in the tele
And she my motivation like kelly
Reverse cowgirl it, smoking on the swishay
Mack mentality all you niggaz squares
Capkin red bottoms got a million pairs
Christian lebouers I'm off that
Lavids on my feet cost a nigga some more rats
All the real niggaz, are dead or in jail
And the fed system tryin to kill niggaz with them cells
Bail jumper judge sayin I'm a flight risk
1 squad out gotta play the night shift
Cops wanna taze me beat me with they night sticks
Port donna karen blazer on smelling like piss

 

[fox69]

"Twist It"
(feat. Lloyd Banks)

"Twist It"
(feat. Lloyd Banks)



[Olivia:] I make it hot...
[Lloyd Banks:] G-Unit
[Olivia:] I make it hot

[Lloyd Banks:]
Olivia, let's go
What's up ladies, I'm back baby
The boy wonder got the club goin' crazy
I'm two-steppin' in my armor in my 80
But I ain't in the VIP unless they pay me
It's like I practice stuntin', ma I have ya matress jumpin'
And I know it sounds like I'm frontin', but I ain't
Jerk jerk ya body, and work work 'em proudly, go and hurt somebody if I don't hit that
If you don't see 'em wit me don't ask bout 50
Cuz if he was here he'd be standin' right here
And if you don't care so much about my fame
Then why you keep starin' at my chain? I'm doin' my thing
From the club to the telly on a late night
Box of Magnums sippin' hen, finna get right
Checkout time ain't til daylight
From the club to the telly on a late night

[Olivia:]
Ooh babe you know I like it when you feel on me
Pullin on my waist I'm feelin energy
Gettin' kinda hard to keep ya hands off me (yeah right there)
So slide a little lower put ya hands on my thigh
Maybe I know you like it if that right
I'ma show you how to make it last all night
Now let me see you shake it

[Hook-Olivia:]
Twist it, shake it, bend but don't break it
Work that body gettin' so crazy
Don't hurt nobody up in this party
Twist it, shake it, bend but don't break it
Twist it, shake it, bend but don't break it
Work that body gettin' butt naked
Don't hurt nobody up in this party
Twist it, shake it, bend but don't break it

[Olivia:]
Mix a little hypno with some hennessey
Like the way this jig goes when it goes through me
Think I need to stop because I'm feelin' tipsy (one more drink)
Baby now I can't stop cuz I'm in the zone
Shorty keep it comin' boy I'm grown
I don't wanna finish this dance alone
Ooh I wanna see ya

[Hook-Olivia:]
Twist it, shake it, bend but don't break it
Work that body gettin' so crazy
Don't hurt nobody up in this party
Twist it, shake it, bend but don't break it
Twist it, shake it, bend but don't break it
Work that body gettin' butt naked
Don't hurt nobody up in this party
Twist it, shake it, bend but don't break it

[Bridge:]
Go, go, go, down low, shake it fast for me
Work your body, don't hurt nobody, up in this party
Now let me see ya go, go, go, down low, shake it fast for me
Work your body, don't hurt nobody, up in this party
Now let me see ya

[Hook 2x-Olivia:]
Twist it, shake it, bend but don't break it
Work that body gettin' so crazy
Don't hurt nobody up in this party
Twist it, shake it, bend but don't break it
Twist it, shake it, bend but don't break it
Work that body gettin' butt naked
Don't hurt nobody up in this party
Twist it, shake it, bend but don't break it

 

[fox69]

"Twitter Gangstas"

"Twitter Gangstas"


Yea, 1, 2
Niggaz talkin bout they gon kill me on twitter
Lol, they sittin in front of the crib
I see that red camaro
Well nigga my glocks got extended clips on em
Come and kill me twitter gangsta
Let's go

[Verse:]
Godzilla the rap game tokyo
I'm a viking you a victim when the drama fold
Strength come in numbers, I kill these niggas dolo
Go hard with my pen when they say my raps is doo doo
Police precint, everybody fuckin know me
Police comin, I'm lookin like a heissman trophy
Our father born in heaven
I'll leave these niggaz all holey with deez mac 11's
Rude boy me like the moneys shelter green
X mark the spot me hit the hater with the beam
Machine gun go blaaaccckkaa
Shooting at the feds like fred malbakar
2 minutes of shooting feel like 2 hours
Money of these bricks give a nigga more power, power
Tom fords, watch chapal
44 bulldog who you watching for
Keep believin in them panicky nervers riders
Come through my residence I'm shooting through pyjamas
44 holes, through polorolls
Lay a nigga down, strip em of his soul
The bike harley, the truck harley
My daughter in that bitch watching that I carly
Air france socks off, high as fuck
She see the cardy french stewardess she wanna fuck
And she a pretty bitch, god damn the bitch holdin
She got the blonde hair ass like ashley logan
2-11 I pull it off the lot nigga
My pockets like that human beat box nigga
Faat boyyyyy

Yea, see my nigga floyd mayweather
50, blue hefner, p-reala
Nigga b-vo
Rest in peace to goldie lodie mac
Yeaaa, niggaz if, yo yay I ain't heard you in a while
Lol nigga