Tony Yayo

[fox69]

"Gang Life"
(feat. Max B and Frenchy)

"Gang Life"
(feat. Max B and Frenchy)



[Intro:]
[kid talk][kids ovation]
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
What that Blood life be like?
What that Crip life be like?
What's that Vice Lord life like?
What's the G.D. life like?

[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!

[Tony Yayo:]
It's a sunny day in SouthSide, my man got tossed
Got his brains blew out on the handball court.
Word is T! - Said suttin' to Craig's baby-momma (what?)
Craig got upset, and shot him with the Llama. (BLAAT!) [gunshot]
Craig in the cut. - Blood niggaz put him up!
Plane in PA - land casual with' a slut.
And he still walk around with the semi that killed T
He let his big bro push and re-up in Philly.
What little do we know 'bout his Philly connect,
That nigga T had fear bleed, he'll filll he correct.
Craig re'd-up once. - Craig re'd-up twice!
Sour Diesel, two pounds, everything look nice.
But the third time, suttin' fishy. - The nigga Izzy.
And two goonies, the roof loony!
The Mack extended, Craig ran off like the Jamaicans in the Olympics
Jumped out the window when he got into British.

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
What that Blood life be like?
What that Crip life be like?
What's that Vice Lord life like?
What's the G.D. life like?

[Bridge: Tony Yayo (French Montana)]
Put in work - this initiation! (huuh?)
Put in work - this initiation! (huuuuu?)
Put in work - this initiation! (Max whattup?)
Put in work - this initiation! (Yayo!)

[French Montana:]
Blood Life! Crip Life! G.D! Vice Lord!
Rodgers! - Tookie! - Hoover! - Larry yo!
Them El Salvador, MS-13
Niggaz bangin' - only 13! [gunshot]
Vice Lords love me like Jeff Gorde, if a nigga ask for it
Hit him from the back - put his brains on the dashboard. [shot]
They say OG Mack, brung the Bloods to the East around 9-3
In C-7-3! (7-3!)
Crips and G.D rep the 6! (rep the 6!)
Bloods and Vice Lords rep the 5! (rep the 5!)
OG Puddin'! (what?) - Corey bangin',
Them 46 Clover Boy niggaz do they thang. [shot]
Get shot for your flag on the wrong pocket, (pocket!)
You wanna know when them Coke Wave niggaz droppin'.
For my nigga Yay', "Shoot A Nigga Face Off"
In broadday - and tell 'em it's "Coke Wave"! [kids ovation]

[Chorus: Tony Yayo (Max B) {DJ Whoo Kid}]
What that Blood life be like? (Would be like...)
What that Crip life be like?
What's that Vice Lord life like? (Yayo!)
What's the G.D. life like? (French!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation! (yeah!)
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation! (Boss don't be fat!)
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation! (g'eah!)

[Max B:]
I don't know [gunshot] - what it is to be Blood or Crip,
But I twerk. (twerk!) - Nigga it's the Silver Surf.
Got my lil' Gain Greene soldiers on deck, they waitin' to take jewels
They waitin' on the plate of food, wait to make a move [scream]
When I say so - Prego fallin' from the sky,
Laying all the baller guys, all of I. (I!)
Naw nigga! (no!) - you can't have none of the boss, Bigga
Leave a nigga corpse to quiver!
Frost and shivers. (shiver, yeah!)
Let's get that nigga in the Benzy gleamin' - the boy P.O. deliver.
Pieces all fresh out the factory - courtesy of streets, I'm blessed (blessed!)
My momma couldn't said it the best.
Started 1090's out in Trenton - and I ain't even Blood, I'm a dentist
Possibly facing a life sentence. (serious!)
I bet ship set out!
Streets is saying I got a so-called hit out. [gun cocks] - Get out! (boo!)

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
What that Blood life be like? {CAN'T FORGET...}
What that Crip life be like? {"THISIS50.COM"!}
What's that Vice Lord life like?
What's the G.D. life like?

[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
Put in work - this initiation!
Put in work - this initiation! {SHADYVILLE...}
Put in work - this initiation! {DJs!}
Put in work - this initiation!

[Outro:]
MTV.COM!
"S.O.D."! [beat fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Gang Life Pt.2"

"Gang Life Pt.2"


Yo doe,
We gon keep feeding these niggas

[Chorus:]
My fillet minjon I keep it on me
My fillet minjon to all my shorties

Yo doe,
We gon keep feeding these niggas

Yo doe,
We gon keep feeding these niggas

[Chorus:]
My fillet minjon I keep it on me
My fillet minjon to all my shorties
My fillet minjon is a 40
Well done medium rare death in the air, yea

[Verse:]
I'm back on it
I might squeal on lil niggaz
I put a baby in his womb I straight kill a nigga
I'm a gangsta watching life progress
I love my kids so much I tatt em all on my chest
I'm in that spiderman, in them cardier lenses
My gun don't jam I got the peter parker spider senses
I'm on point, your strap is in your spare tire
My strap on my lap wrapped in that h attire
I'm a frequent flyer, met a genie sorceror
The lear come with the crew like john travolta
Public enemy, like john dillinger
I hit a pig in the face with the dillinger

[Chorus]

[Verse:]
45 a.c.p, I shoot a gangsta out his a.c.g
Bitch nigga please nigga please
This is for my lex ave niggas
My southside niggas, my elot niggas counting them niggas
From central icelint, brentwood to hempstad
Get tha brick money and, keep them wolves fed
I twist a swisher, I keep a blicka
And 2 white girls playing naked twister
Bulletproof surbuban, 30 shot glock in it
Pull up at the light, it look like barack in it
Bentley brooklyn, you know that I'm stalkin it
With all this beef you know I ain't stoppin it

[Chorus]

Nigga don't get fillet minjoned up nigga
That's the new motto
Fillet minjon steel on my waist
Fuck the police, haiti what's good

 

[fox69]

"Gangsta Shit"

"Gangsta Shit"


I hit a bitch ass nigga with the hammer
And have his ass singing like hannah montana
They flee to atlana, my chick a mariata
Bad bitch count guap young bank teller
G-units second to none we the top seller
Real estate crib come with the wine cellar
Drink like a sailor, smoke like a rasta
A box of bullets come with the revovler
Can't do prada blame it on fila
Carvalli give me more hunnies than a beehive
It's g5, everytime we fly
Wykiki got hoes by the beach tide

G's up, hoes down
G's up, hoes down
G's up, hoes down
G's up, hoes down

 

[fox69]

"Garden"

"Garden"


[Verse 1:]
I got 5 gardens, the feds seized 3
The other 2 gon get me paid
A.t.f hit the crib snitch tell em where I live
I do the gingerbread before the raid
These haters might try and catch a fade on ya
Trailing you car like a fallen blazer
My bitch spit out her mouth a lil razor
That's why we out in queens southside jamaica
Yea, the sins we do are morally wrong
But that's life and life goes on
And it got me staring out my window with pain
Blowing that rick james mary jane
Swerving in and outta lanes

[Chorus: x2]
We hustling weekends, weekdays, weekly
It's snowing on the weekends, weekdays, weekly
They mad cause we getting money
They mad cause we getting money

[Verse 2:]
I'm on a turnpike heading towards pennsylvennia
Outta town lancaster there's alot of paper
Yea, it's all fun till the feds come
Conspiracy the hardest charge to beat
Niggaz snitching charge it to the game it's hard on the streets
So if a nigga can't kill you information on leak
Now, a.t.f got your whole house surrounded
Fool dropped a diamond jealous niggaz you around with
But the game don't change the faces do
The streets full of the killers and smooth criminals
Fake niggaz and bitches throw subliminals
Misery like company but can't do bitches

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Get Touched In The Hood"

"Get Touched In The Hood"


[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah Nigga Tony Yayo, Second Quarter
You Know What It Is Nigga
I'm Comin' Man
I'm Takin' Over This Rap Shit Man
Its My Time To Shine

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
You Want War? My Gang Like Saddamm And Bush
My Money Long With Acres And Gourmet Cooks
I Got Grams In My Hands And Coke In My Nails
Cause My Ten Fingers Stay On Them Digital Scales

[Whoo Kid:] Bring It Back

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
You Want War? My Gang Like Saddamm And Bush
My Money Long With Acres And Gourmet Cooks
I Got Grams In My Hands And Coke In My Nails
Cause My Ten Fingers Stay On Them Digital Scales
Homie Real Recognize Real Fake Is Fake
But One Hand Wash Another So My Team Is Great
Now I'm Headed Out Of State
Competition Is Glad
I'm Ot Sellin' Ds Twenty Five A Bag
You Want Me Knocked Up
50 Shot Up
Banks And Buck Broke So You Can Gossip
I'm On The Block With More Peices Than A Family Size Bucket
Been To Jail Before And Learned Shit From It
Chinchilla Furs My Niggas Toast In Minks
And My Lawyers Get Cheese To Approach The Bench
I'm In Big Boy Jail Now With Peter Gotti
And Them World Trade Niggas That Blew The Lobby
Toast To Beef
I'll Have Your Brains All In The Streets
Coke, Alize
My Game Have You High For Weeks
You Stuck In The Hood
For Niggas That Stuck In The Hood
Since My Name Hold Weight I'll Get You Touched In The Hood

 

[fox69]

"Get Up"

"Get Up"


[Intro]
Man I finna do my thang (get up!)
It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne (get up!)
Trust me homie I'm not playin (get up!)
I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up!)
I came to bring you that California love
And a little New York hate, it's all of the above
I'm not playin, I said I'm off the chain
You niggas better follow instructions, I said (get up!)

[Verse 1]
I bought two all fours, stunt till I drive
'Em off the showroom floor, not the used car lot
You buy a bottle, I buy the bar
I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras
When I get into it, I get into it
Everybody can't do it the way I do it
I make it rain, till the sun come out
A nigga playin, we make the guns come out
Now, my question is who they gon' blame
When I'm back number one on the Billboard again?
Shit shift now, the game done changed
Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple Rain
I guess I made the kids want slang
And N.W.A. made the West Coast bang
Nah, it's just music man, it's just music
Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it

[Hook]
I have the South warfare
I'm the reason everybody here, I say (get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin? I really don't care, I said (get up!)
I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
And get all into the groove, I say (get up!)
I'm gettin money man, I really don't care
Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!)

[Verse 2]
Yeah lady, you look good, I wanna get to know you better
You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos
You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive
See it'll tell you what your mileage is when I'm inside
I wanna take you for a spin, you know, round and round
Switch gears till you won't come down
I take you to the point of no return, if you listen you learn
Just how a nigga earn, I got money to burn
While they can't get a place, she drop the bomb on me
It's up and down and up and down gracefully
Rick James would've said She a Brick House
But Fifty you should go home and see what that bitch bout
I find out she like it how I like it, huh
Back it up, get ya some, I know how to get ya sprung
Tune ya up and use the tongue, under the hood is so good
She said it so good, goddamn I'm so hood, nigga what up?

[Hook]
I have the South warfare
I'm the reason everybody here, I say (get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin? I really don't care, I said (get up!)
I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
And get all into the groove, I say (get up!)
I'm gettin money man, I really don't care
Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!)

[Outro]
And get into it
You're now rockin with the Unit, I say (get up!)
And get into it
We gon' show you just how we do it, I said (get up!)
Aftermath
Still Shady Aftermath, I said (get up!)
Aftermath
Still Shady Aftermath

 

[fox69]

"Girlfriend"
(feat. Twista)

"Girlfriend"
(feat. Twista)



I don't need a girlfriend
It's money that I'm chasing
It ain't honeys that I'm chasing
I fuck hoes and replace 'em

I don't need a boyfriend
It's money that I'm chasing
It ain't niggas that I'm chasing
Fuck niggas, I replace them

Pedicure, manicure, Dior, Christian all these
Been 63, knew I'm a Christian shorty
I ain't missing mommy, I hate missing mornings
When I'm with the chick the fiends start acting funny
Bath and body bro, smelling like Channel
I jump out that pussy girl for 100 sell
Say I ain't got swag, I stay brand new
I got that big [?] that karate kangaroo

I don't need a girlfriend
It's money that I'm chasing
It ain't honeys that I'm chasing
I fuck hoes and replace 'em

I don't need a boyfriend
It's money that I'm chasing
It ain't niggas that I'm chasing
Fuck niggas, I replace them

Twista
Her body so bad that I be feeling like I'm a go after her
Running like I look on my Eddy Robin pace but I don't got the cardiovascular
When the call I'm chasing after these hoes
I run out of breath and I stay forever calm
But when it come to peace I'm going after the paper, shit
I could run in a marathon
I could ride where I want
Fucking 50 bitches and I got some killers on the payroll
Motherfuckers think I'm gonna say so
Got to make another dollar so I'm hooking up with Yayo
Way more is what we all fish to do
So it's so least I will not gonna be into you
I'm chasing this paper, will stretch me invincible
Therefore a bitch is dispensable
Money over bitches is the principle
So I gotta concentrate, I'm coming in that ugly
Can't be your man, I could be your fuck buddy
Remind me to get you some sex, I hope your day go better
But if lil' mama want a lil' more than that then me and they gonna kill her

I don't need a girlfriend
It's money that I'm chasing
It ain't honeys that I'm chasing
I fuck hoes and replace 'em

I don't need a boyfriend
It's money that I'm chasing
It ain't niggas that I'm chasing
Fuck niggas, I replace them

 

[fox69]

"Goin In"

"Goin In"


Shout to wu-tang on this 1
This my favorite part
Yea y'all don't like this 1
I had to drop the swine flu 2 quick
Cause 50 about to drop real soon
Pandemic nigga y'all know what it is

I'm a rick ross killer nigga
Daytona 500 shit
Swine flu part 2 pandemic, pandemic
I'm a triple c's killer nigga
I'm a godzilla killer nigga
Yea

How it feel nigga to have money on your head
Get at me bullet raise your bitch now she look like cassie
Desert eagle, whole a pound grip shoot down a helicopter
Black hawk down shit, huh
I'm like oil to a arab
Boil up the cocaine watch the shit cook fast
Louie headband, smoking headband
I'm a rockstar girls when a jet land
The true religions, 40 g's
40 g's off a metro p.c
I'm in d.c with a kay verdian
Ethopian models what a nigga swimming in
Your nuts in the sand cause you not buzzing
Def jam split your maket money stop bugging
Look at the soundscan fat boy at 303
You can't beat eminem, can't beat 50
I'm in peo peo, with a chick from rio
Some red drink the bitch fill my g-oles
Ak in the backseat fight nigga
My shooter like freddy kruegar in a heist nigga
Google that, I got book of stacks
I'm in the booger babies with them nigga naps
I get nigga clapped, niggaz make me sick
Give a nigga dap he like a nigga on my dick
So fuck everybody, I'm crushing empires
2 hoes on me, like vampires
Latex birthday sex like jeremih
Phantom ex and I'm riding on them thin tyres
I said I'm riding on them thin tyres nigga

Fucking heard that nigga
Biggest underdog man
Fuck, I'm tired of niggaz driving past me and shit
Huh, fuck man
I guess I take it to the streets
It's all I got
It's the unit swine flu 2
Pandemic, b what up, tony what up
Does pesc on the boards nigga
Best producer out in queeens nigga
Y'all niggaz know what it is
Hardcore, whole 160 what ya want
Yea, westside, my nigga blue hefner
And the general 50 nigga
It's our summer
We all black

 

[fox69]

"Gucci Duffle Bag"
(feat. CEO P-Reala, Money Mayweather, Canary Yellow Checllo)

"Gucci Duffle Bag"
(feat. CEO P-Reala, Money Mayweather, Canary Yellow Checllo)



[Chorus x3: Money Mayweather]
Aww duffle bag, that I'll hold it all
Week before we leave nigga we'll throw it off
We'll throw it off, we, we'll throw it off
We'll throw it off, we, we'll throw it off

[Canary Yellow Checllo:]
I'm one of these rain boys
And when we in the strip club we bring the duffles
So I advise all these hoes they better bring a shovel
Ma you dancing in a bowl of frankies
Chattin in my ear what she wanna do to thank me
I'm still ordering the same rosey
I stunt cause I know these niggaz in the game knows me
That's why my arms longer than james posey
And it's an honor just to let these fucking lames know me
The kid real careful bout who he fuck with
I put g's on your head like a gucci bucket
My watch gotta 100 diamonds
And when they see it hit the sun till they stomach blinding
I circle in a benz like the chronic sequence
I'm shitting on em think I had colonic treatment
Frek told me never make a sale unless it's 20
And never leave a paper trail unless it's funny

[Chorus x2]

[Tony Yayo:]
The coupe come with obama tints
Lil mama watch a pimp cause she love the limp
Swimming in this money, 200 metre butterfly
Jet come with greddo with the thick thighs
It's all bout the benjamins throw it out the gucci duffle
These gold diggin strippers better get they shovels
Cause it's money in this bitch, g-unit filthy rich
Gucci bag with the red and green stitch
V.I.p, the owner always show love
He press the button like bernie mac in the players club
Uh, oyur holdin like the feds ma
Throw this money in the sky and watch it fly
5 for a big butt, amber rose cut
I took her to the brits and I fuck
We in them 2-11 foreign cars that never stall
We ball, these hoes know we throw it all

[Chorux x2]

(P-reala)
In my life time I only knew 1 president
Ben franklin the rest is irrelavent
The black hockey bag, well that can hold it all
Gucci duffle bag, well that can hold the raw
The mannnn, you can reach for the louie
The mannnn, you can reach for the gucci
Pow, pow, slugs fly for the lucci
Pow, pow, people die for the lucci
I go to the bank, I fill up the duffle
Later hit the club do the jacky ray shuffle
Throw money to the crowd, watch em fight and scuffle
Throw a 100g's and watch em all tussle
God done seen a little bit, but I done seen it all
Fuck a little bit, I'm a throw it all
Disrespect the cake, I do the cash what
Gucci duffle bag, full of green caught

[Money Mayweather:]
I'm going duffle bag crazy
50 racks in the trunk in a gucci bag baby
Hellll naw, hell naw, I didn't but that for you
I just need you to drive and make it do what it do
When we touch down and all the hand to hands is through
We can slide to the mall and I'll cop ya the boots
The bag is for the bands, I say the bag is for the bands
And them bows, and them bricks, and them burners, and them bands bitch
I swear to god them all beans
Not the shit I just said, but this bag I just received
From my vato puncho I came here to meet
Chi town my town shit I'm here every week
Ey, and he don't speak a no english
But he know that duffle bags stand for green in green shit
Ey, and he don't speak a no english
But he know them double g's stand for green and green shit

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Gun Jam"
(performed by DJ Whoo Kid feat. 50 Cent)

"Gun Jam"
(performed by DJ Whoo Kid feat. 50 Cent)



[Eminem:]
Whoooo Kiiiid! [echoes]

[Beat starts]

[Intro: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
YEAH! [echoes]
This is just my intro! [echoes]
It's Sirius man, this is Sirius Radio right here! [echoes] {SHADE 45!}
Grrrr! [echoes]
GGG-GGG- G-Unit... [echoes] Radio! [echoes]
Shaaady! [echoes] {CAN'T FORGET...}
Haha! [echoes] {PAUL ROSENBERG!}
Just givin' 'em a little somethin', somethin'! [echoes] {Eminem!}

[50 Cent:]
You screamin' ya gun jam! - Nigga your gun ain't jam [gunshot]
They let off ya bitch ass ran!
You screamin' ya gun jam! {Whooooooooooooo!}
I know your type fam - you pussy I understand!
You screamin' your gun jam! - You run when the shots [gunshot] fire
You scared the fuck to death of that hollowtip diet! {COME ON!}
Intensive care Unit after niggas get sprayed up
Jamaica Hospital 3rd floor when you layed up!
50? service is? make sure your bills get paid up
So it's 9-1-1, when you see my gun! [gunshot] {50 Cent!}
I'm popular nigga the police know me
Just cause of this rap shit I'm rich now homie. {Whoooooo!}
Man when you not around I got your bitch all on me

She want to be my wife now, she like my lifestyle. [Eminem:] (˝DJ Whoooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!˝)
My shotty bumpin' it's the sweetest taboo
I play something smooth when I stunt in my Coupe.
Oooooooh! Youuuuuu! - You know these niggas ain't like me
Everything I say I got in these raps I got bee. {DAMN!}
The cars, the cribs, the jewels, the tools, [gun cocks]
The.9's, [shot] the Tecs, the Macks, [gun cocks] ooooooohhh! [automatic gunshots]
The burners! The Gats! [shot] Man if you confused,
I'll send a nigga from my hood to put a hole in you! [shot]
I rock G-Unit {Whooooo!} hats - hoodies and shoes
Got "G-Unit" tattoed on my bitch too!
I drink G-Unit Water! Watchin' G-Unit porn!
This is ShaDE 45, nigga G-Unit on! [shot] {WHAAAA'?}

[Interlude: Mike Epps]
Fuck the C.O's!
Fuck all of 'em, makin' money off of niggas!
They just mad Yayo, cause they can't make no more money off of you!
They was makin' a, a... a percentage off your head every day in there!
Now you makin' off of them!
Fuck 'em Yayo! [echoes]