Tony Yayo

[fox69]

"Feel It In The Air"
(feat. Young Buck, De Tay)

"Feel It In The Air"
(feat. Young Buck, De Tay)



[News Anchor:]
There Maybe No More Dangerous Job In The World These Days
Than Being An Undercover Agent For The United States
Drug Enforcement Administration: The Dea
The Federal Agency Which Is At War With Ruthless Drug Dealers Around The World
Tonight, One Of Those Undercover Agents Is Missing

[Other News Anchor:]
The American Drug Agent Was Kidnapped Last Thursday In Broad Day Light

[Tony Yayo:] Here We Go Now!

[Verse 1: Young Buck/D-Tay]
[Young Buck:] We Done Sold Dope Out Niggas
[D-Tay:] Pimp Toe Kill Snitches
[Young Buck:] Caught A Little Case But I'm Back On You Punk Bitches
[D-Tay:] New Bricks
[YB:] Control The Shit
[D-Tay:] You Know What You Dealin' With
[YB:] Real Niggas Do Real Things On Some Real Shit
[YB:] Hood Rich
[D-Tay:] Always
[YB:] Thuggin' 'till My Death Gate
[D-Tay:] Just Wait
[YB:] We Can Show A Hustler The Best Way
[D-Tay:] Ride With Me
[YB:] Spit Nigga I'm A Go And Find 50
[D-Tay:] Tell Him That I'm Ready
[YB:] You Know The Unit Ridin' With Me
[D-Tay:] Wait For Me
[YB:] Hey Homie Let Me Holla At Ya
[D-Tay:] Hey Look It Ain't About Your Money The Lights Is What I'm After
[YB:] I'm Strapped Now
[D-Tay:] Me Too
[YB:]
With Desert Eagles
I Feel It In The Air Like That Nigga Beanie Sigel
[D-Tay:] So I'm Shootin' Anywhere Even At Innocent People
[YB:] I'm Smokin' My Weed Like Its Legal
[D-Tay:] When We Creep Through
[YB:] Top Dropped
[D-Tay:] Glock Cocked
[YB:] We Know When The Block Hot
[D-Tay:] The Fiends Still Comin' So Lets Get It

[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah G Unit Nigga, It Don't Get No Better Than This Nigga
Tony Yayo The Talk Of New York Nigga
Buck Marley, (The Real Talk Of New York)
The General Curtis "Interscope" Jackson
Lloyd Banks Blue Hefner Nigga
Olivia
It Don't Get No Better Than This
Sha Money Is You Ready Baby?

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
I'm In The Spot Breakin' Down Cause My Work Is The Best
So Them Ds Got It Hot Like Some Morning Breath
I'm In That New Cls
L And A Vest
And My Fifth 'll Have Forensics Cleanin' Your Mess
Nigga 50 Got Me Rich I Don't Know How To Act
Homie My Blade And My Mac
Is The Perfect Match
They Go Together Real Good Like Wade And Shaq
Nigga Give Me 20 Minutes I'll Move Os Of Crack
G Unit Clique Ride Nigga We Ring Bells
Brutal, Like The Medaline Cartel
I'm That New Big L
With More Chips Than Wise
Hos Open Up They Thighs When They Peep The Ride
You Know That New Gt That Four Door Shit
I Ride Through Your Strip And Let The Four Off Quick Nigga

[Tony Yayo:]
You Know What Time It Is Nigga
(Yeah Ya'll Niggas Know What Time It Is)
G Unit!!!
Yeah Nigga Its The Talk Of New York Nigga
The Real Talk Of New York
A.K.A. 12 12s 58 58s Man
Ya'll Niggas Know What Time Its Is Man
Get Your Weight Up
Not Your Hate Up Nigga
Huh We Got Money We Doin' It Nigga

 

[fox69]

"Flexxin"

"Flexxin"


[Verse 1:]
Cali weather smoking on a fun pack
Ny fitted no star on the snap back
Big blunt ashy and air 3's
And split dutches quicker than kardasian humphreys
Beverly suite with a blonde freak
Hard dick in her mouth bon appetite
I'm in the streets with it, benz all kitted
Fuck your street cred nigga anybody get it

[Chorus:]
Phantom ghost we flexxin
20 hoes in the cars mo sexin
A 100 bottles we flexxin
Strap full of hollows for protection

[Verse 2:]
Multi colored lavins match the crooks and castles
Homie wanna catch a fade 4 4 blast you
Money talk, bullshit walk quick
King of diamonds stripper on hermeez carpet
Benz with the mr. miyagi doors
Rains all days mami on menopause
Yea, we living the life
Thank God that we living the life
We ciroc it up then I'm giving her pipe
You can have her at the end of the night
Groupie love, you know I'm goin leave her
See what that groupie just did to justin beaver

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
She telling me that she is not the average groupie
Kissing on my neck rosay necked up she feeling loopy
Wheres my room key
We in the club flexxin
Bottles lit up light up the whole section
We in the club flexxin
Bottles lit up light up the whole section

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Fresh From Norway"

"Fresh From Norway"


I'm a murder this track and flatline the beat
I'm a murder this track and flatline the beat
You need forensics up in here
Another homoicide in here, oh yeaaaa

[Chorus: x2]
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
Watch me get rich off the rocks on the dinner plate

[Verse:]
My brain tell my body go and get the money
My body start to move I go and get the money
It's simple elementary my dear watch
And I'm off probabtion ask mr. watson
Jump in the dropin biggie what's beef so
You the type of homie that's happy when the beefs low
My crazy weed habit got ashes on my outfit
2000 thousand dollars on an armani houselift
Get my money up then I watch another house flip
But I ain't sellin houses, I'm sellin ounces
Outta auntie back door
Boy I'm a cocaine cowboy, dope conaseeur
The dope and the coke in the trunk of the azzure
Aand the key of raw is in the challenger
So I drive real slow, and take my time
Cause if the feds pull me over I'm doing caveman time

[Chorus x2]

We had our share of troubles
But the crack spot has doubled
With a little code on can't understand it
The fiendss can flyyyyy, dead in the mountains
Let's get that money nigga

 

[fox69]

"Friday Skit"

"Friday Skit"


[Movie Bites from "Friday" (1995):]
[Smokey:] Break yo' self, fool!
[Craig Jones:]
Man, look what you did to my curtain!
You'd better watch that window you climbin' in fool 'fore you get blasted on!
[Smokey:] With what? You ain't got nothin', man.

 

[fox69]

"Fuck The World"

"Fuck The World"


03 the unit on top of world
Now it's 09 nigga fuck the world
And all the haters tryna say that I'm living in 50's shadow
But I'm in ireland, switzerland, peru on 50's shadow
30 thousand euro's, you ever seen that
My boy tony in london give me bags of that
Hermeez hightops unbuckle the strap
Don't step on my foot boy they cost a stack
How a rap label, switch over to a rock label
Nowdays c.o's on them hot labels
The mazarati ridin low cause the body kit
The doors go up like a mr. miyagi kick
Haters talk alot of shit, money got alot of it
I paid alot of dues my son in louie walking shoes
The game changed since biggie and tupac
Internet gangstas wanna be tupac
I smoke a coheeba blunts
A snake bit me caught fever bumps
I suck the venom out me, I'm in the denim audi
Bumpin that lady gaga and that nigga wale
Nigga know where I be
In a foreign country, foreign chick with a dunky
Bum ass niggaz, know I get money
Talking wreckless on the phone
Boy crime pays but the feds tapped the phone every 10 days
Nigga

Public enemies shit
This for the haters man
Ya told me to give y'all more
Everywhere I go swine flu 1 and 2 y'all like
Ya know, s.o.d y'all like it
Righteous kill y'all like it
Bloody christmas, y'all like it
Ah ha I ain't playin with y'all niggaz man
It's bein 5 years and I'm still coastal

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Ya'll Niggaz Remix"
(feat. Prodigy, D Tay, Lil Fame)

"Fuck Ya'll Niggaz Remix"
(feat. Prodigy, D Tay, Lil Fame)



[Chorus x3: Tony Yayo]
Fuck y'all niggaz I murder y'all niggaz
Body y'all niggaz, clap y'all niggaz
Fuck y'all niggaz I cut y'all niggaz
Buck y'all niggaz, touch y'all niggaz

[Tony Yayo:]
I got 35 niggaz with 35 guns
You know the weapons 357's
35 times 6 that's 210 shots
Now it's hot, hid from 200 cops
45 is the weapon I'm a pimp for the jux
Cause the chain on my neck is an excellent look
I'm the kid on tv that's still on the corner
A million dollar nigga with no diploma
Yo I'm still in the p's drinking c and c soda
Navy blue timbs match the rims on the rover
Bentley grill, changed the nose on the 6
In the strip, it's locked like a blue nose pit
Everytime I move my lip it's like I'm moving a brick
You move your weight in your car move my weight on a ship
God damn, God dammit
My wrist made dicaprio die in the titanic
And these haters wanna be me, hoes wanna g me
50 cal I'l tear the roof of your hemi
It's t-o-n-y rap tycoon
Knife in my pocket give your face a half moon

[Prodigy:]
I'm ballin hard, my lamborghini flying through these streets
So fast got your bitch fatty stuck to the seat
Gotta pocket full of haze, pocket full of condoms
Cannon on my waist, case there's any problems
Diamonds on my wrists, them shits always start something
Then I gotta flip and show you that you all buggin
Pop shots, nigga when I'm holding
Everytime I squeeze it sound like an explosion

[D-Tay:]
I lay you niggaz down from long range
Bang biggy bang watch me hit when you flipping
With that thing dicky thing
Me and yayo got them yayo it's on the low
Got my mayo we in them cuios I'm at the door, hoe
Soon as I get my money you make it to them trucks
Send a couple of homies back in to tie em up
This is a robbery mayne give me all your bread
Oh he don't know where it's at then cut that boy head

[Lil Fame:]
You fucking with the m.o.p, marksman professional
When nigga gotta air your ass out like clarfession
You bettter be ready with ya metal be if you ever
Threaten me you gon be out a whole lotta blood checkin me
Slugs in the street, get checks care about
Thugs in the street, bitch let's dance
From your mug to your feet
Murder murder mo murder pop ya motherufcking collar in
My whole hood hollering

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck You C.O."
(performed by Mike Epps)

"Fuck You C.O."
(performed by Mike Epps)



[Gunshot]

[Mike Epps:]
You know what? FUCK 'EM, Yayo!
Cause the mothafucka C.O's, they in jail everyday!
You came home for real! (haha!)
Them motherfuckas go to jail EVERYDAY! (Hahahah!)
So next time you see one of 'em C.O's, say: "What tell you, guy? Go to jail!" (Hahahahahaha!)

 

[fox69]

"G-Shit"

"G-Shit"


[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah (c'mon!)
These rich sluts love me like I'm Morris Chestnutt
They hit me on the 2-way, beggin to link up
My wrist is blinged up, canary and blue
For them project chicks, that be actin new
I got 3 trucks, 2 Coupes, all in a month
Blowin hundreds in Northern Light, stuffin the blunt
Catch a stunt in the drop Lambo
My P.O. think he Rambo, but I'm still holdin on that ammo
Everybody rat now, spittin on the beat tapes
Dirtball niggaz, can't even pee straight
My mansion shit, moved in the West wing
You broke-ass niggaz couldn't buy a chicken wing
Stop it money, I'm out for the profit money
And that advance that you got, be my pocket money
Yeah my transporter's cute but got a real flat chest
Put a brick in her bra she a 36 F

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
You got diesel on your strip, that's that G shit
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit
You got your bitch movin bricks, that's that G shit
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit
You takin out of town trips, that's that G shit
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit
You catchin fishscale flips, that's that G shit
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit

[Tony Yayo - singing like Suzanne Vega's song "Tom's Diner"]
I was slingin, on the corner
Seen this fiend I, ran up on her
She was lookin, kinda hungry
So I gave her, five 20's
When she handed, me the money
Man the money was marked
Here come the NARC's, do doo doo

[Tony Yayo]
Duckin the D's, runnin the P's
Tossin my cheese, man I got these hoes on they knees
Yo my coke is Snow White and my workers the 7 Dwarves
I got what you need homey hard or soft
Man, I drop bombs like Hiroshima
I got the heroin cut, with the bomb bonita
Task force got me hemmed up, facin the wall
Cause I'm up in the mornin slingin wake-up calls
Dimes and 20's, don't you know, time is money
I done slept in spots straight supplyin junkies

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
What'chu know about, measuring spoons bags and scales
My hood's a goldmine but it's hot as hell
There's money to make, I scuff my Timbs runnin from Jake
And got knocked with my ratchet, jumpin the gate
Listen I been had the fishscale, and the white butter
Since Heavy D was known as the "Overweight Lover" (believe me!)
Sling that D, sling that coke
Sling that meth, 'til your spot is hot death
Yo D's kicked my door for the search and seizure
My moms dropped to the floor, and she caught a seizure
I got 4 workers, and one lookout for the jux'ers
A mac in the garbage and a mac in the bushes
This is drug dealer rap, a mean 16
I'm Tony Yayo, I'm a hustler's dream

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"G-Unit The Gang"
(feat. 50 Cent, Young Buck, Lloyd Banks)

"G-Unit The Gang"
(feat. 50 Cent, Young Buck, Lloyd Banks)



[Intro: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah! {Whoooooooooooo!}
I ain't even gotta tell them who it is, I be like: "Whassup? It's the Kid! "
They know it's me man. {CAN'T FORGET...}
Fuckin' kiddin' me man, {HOV'!} I run New York.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Y'all niggas know me! {NON STOP!} Cause I do my thang mayne!
You look you gonn' see! - G-Unit's my gang mayne!
You front on me! - I'll pull out the thang thang. [gun cocks]
Pop at you bang, [shot] bang! [shot] Blow out ya brains man! {JAMES CRUZ!}

Y'all niggas know me! - Cause I do my thang mayne! {CRUZ CONTROL!}
You look you gonn' see! - G-Unit's my gang mayne!
You front on me! - I'll pull out the thang thang! [gun cocks]
Pop at you bang, [shot] bang! [shot] {MARSHALL MATHERS!} Blow out ya brains man! {WHAAAAT?}

[50 Cent:]
They say I'm a trouble maker! - I'm a waste of shit riiiight?
Keep my strap on me [gun cocks] niggas front I'm a get right. (right?)
I don't care if it's broad day - or it's night
I'm out on bail money and my lawer fees I be alright. {Whoooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
I ain't no pussy I ain't no punk niggas know 'bout me
And know my flows, know the clothes, and know the hoes I see.
I move around it's hard as hell tryin' to be low key
Cause every gangsta in the hood fuckin' listen to me! {NON STOP!}
And if I say I'm in my Bentley you could picture me rollin' [Eminem:] (Whooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiid!)
But if I said that shit last year you could picture it stolen!
My dirty ass clean now! - I'm fresh out the hood!
If you mad cause I ain't hookin' your ass up then - GOOD!
Niggas ain't neva did a thing for me! Now they wanna hang with me!
Next thing you know they got they hands out - when see me!
I don't play no games homie!
I keep that thang on me! - I lay a bitch-nigga DOWN! [gunshot]

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Y'all niggas know me! - Cause I do my thang mayne!
You look you gonn' see! - G-Unit's my gang mayne!
You front on me! {CAN'T FORGET...} - I'll pull out the thang thang. [gun cocks] {LIL' SHAWN!}
Pop at you bang, [shot] bang! [shot] Blow out ya brains man! {SHADE 45!}

Y'all niggas know me! - Cause I do my thang mayne!
You look you gonn' see! - G-Unit's my gang mayne!
You front on me! - I'll pull out the thang thang. [gun cocks]
Pop at you bang, [shot] bang! [shot] Blow out ya brains man! {REEF!}

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
This is Benzes, BM's
And Bentley's, back to back, when we come through...
Palmer's, Rangers,
Denali's, Escalades you know how we do... - G-UUNIT! {Whoooooo!} [gun cocks]

[Young Buck:]
You fuckin' right {NON STOP!} a nigga still in the hood call me,
They say that the Feds want me
But they gotta come and get me,
We aim for the head homie. (YEAH!) [gunshot]
Pistol grip pumps
With the rubber grips POP, 'til it stop! {GET BACK!}
Then slide in another clip [gun cocks] burnin' down the BLOCK (POO!)
You don't know who you fuckin with until you get shot! [gunshot]
See Buck is on some other shit
I keep a Desert Eagle in my reagle just for a bitch! (BITCH!)

[Chorus: 50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
Y'all niggas know me! - Cause I do my thang mayne!
You look you gonn' see! - G-Unit's my gang mayne!
You front on me! - I'll pull out the thang thang. [gun cocks]
Pop at you bang, [shot] bang! [shot] Blow out ya brains man!

Y'all niggas know me! - Cause I do my thang mayne!
You look you gonn' see! - G-Unit's my gang mayne! {CAN'T FORGET...}
You front on me! {NESSIE BYRON!} - I'll pull out the thang thang. [gun cocks]
Pop at you bang, [shot] bang! [shot] Blow out ya brains man! (HERE WE GOOOO!) {Whoooooo!}

[Tony Yayo:]
Beam on the Mack, will put wings on ya back
How ya ass gon' walk - when ya leg detached! (YEAH!)
Yo the game changed, lil' niggas run the streets yo
The black panther nigga down like Dee-Bo. [gunshot]
My curfew at 9! - I'm low for my P.O! (YEAH!)
We pop up at 12'' just to search the condo! (UH-HUH!)
G-Unit {Whooo!} is the gang mayne, niggas go hard! (YEAH!)
So (YEAH!) my hearts gone (YEAH!) colder than (YEAH!) Atticans yard! (HERE WE GO NOOW! YEAH)

[Lloyd Bank$:]
I only been in the game for a year it ain't changed (uh-huh!)
But I'm hot! - Inside ya brains in the rear of the range.
I be valid till I'm guilty!
Yea they call me slitherin them cowards should of killed me, I'm powerful and filthy! {MIXUNIT!}
So niggas say: "Sorry! " - Before I let them Goons loose
And send ya ass home with' the rims like Prune Juice. [gunshot]
I'm New York's prince! - Bent' like tints! {DAMN!}
Signed with' 50, I been in da benz brand since. {GET BACk!}

[Chorus: 50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
Y'all niggas know me! (YEAH!) - Cause I do my thang mayne! (You niggas know what's man!)
You look you gonn' see! (We get it pop anyway nigga!) - G-Unit's my gang mayne!
You front on me! (Haha!) - I'll pull out the thang thang. [gun cocks]
Pop at you bang, [shot] bang! [shot] Blow out ya brains man! (Ha!)

Y'all niggas know me! - Cause I do my thang mayne! (Y'all niggas know what time it is man!)
You look you gonn' see! (Can't stop nigga!) - G-Unit's my gang mayne! (Speakin' that money...)
You front on me! (G-Unit's a gang nigga!) - I'll pull out the thang thang. [gun cocks]
Pop at you bang, [shot] bang! [shot] {COACH RECORDS!} Blow out ya brains man! {WHASSUP!}
(I luv that shit nigga!)

[Outro: Lloyd Bank$]
Niggas know me!
Turn in yo' TV, nigga!

[Interlude: Mike Epps]
Tony Yayo is back home!
He's back home on home-detention!
You need to go there... and stop there to at Yayo!
We got chicken plates and Puerto Rican bitches with pit' puppy pitbulls on the poarch with' it! [echoes]

 

[fox69]

"Gang Bangin'"

"Gang Bangin'"


[Starts off with the beat of Young Jeezy's: "I Luve It"]

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
YEAH! {"FINALLY OFF PAPERS"!}
"Talk Of New York"...
And I love me! {TONY YAYO!}
Them niggas know what time it is, man!
HERE WE GO NOOOOOOW!! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Chorus 1: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
If you gang bang, homie, - then what's your Oath?
If you gang bang, Cuz; then who you smoked?
If you gang bang, nigga, - rep your set!
Cause I'm a rep my set. - G-UUUNIT! (G-UUUNIT!) [gunshot] {LET'S GO!}

[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Record sales lookin' bad cause these kids downloadin',
So I'm out in P.A. - I got the whole town open!
My daughter's still growin' up, - coke price goin' up;
My Lambo' doors are like gang signs, - throw 'em up! (THROW 'EM UP!)
My Crip niggaz with me! - Blood niggaz with me! (MACK... DOCK!)
Them G-Shine niggaz (WESTWOOD!) turn they set to G-City! (YEAH!)
Blood stands for "Brotherly Love Overrise Operation-n-Destruction"! {COME ON, MAN!}
You ain't got the birds? Then you frontin'! {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} {LET'S GO!}
Crip is "Community Revolution In Progress",
My shooters got them Rugers, them AK's and Llamas! (AK'S AND LLAMAS!) {NON STOP!}
You got love for the Kings? Scream: "Amor la ray!" (AMOR LA RAY!)
And them MS-13 boys, they don't play! (yeah!)

[Chorus 2: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
You could be a Blooood, Criiip, Meito or a King
Muslim, Piru, - MS-13!
Nigga, what's your Oath? - What set you claim?
You gon' raise your flag - or die in vein?

You could be a Blooood, Criiip, Meito or a King
Muslim, Piru, - MS-13! {CAN'T FORGET...}
Nigga, what's your Oath? {RON STAR!} - What set you claim? {DOG!}
You gon' raise your flag - or die in vein? {LOCKDOWN!}

[Outro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Nigga...
It's not for them baby gangstas out there, man!
It's for them niggas that's really reppin' their shit out there, man! ("DJ Whoo Kid!")
For real, man!
Nigga, off parole, probation... {DIVA!}
Ain't got the people watchin' at, I say what I wanna say...
And do what I wanna do, nigga!
Finally off paper, nigga!
Shout to Jeezy for this one!
My nigga... BUCk! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Whole Ca$hville, nigga!
Fuckin' back, nigga!
Y'all niggas know I get down, man!
Get busy, man!
Fo' real, no more talkin', man!
Step my game up, nigga! [gunshot][beat stops]