Tony Yayo Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics )

**Prenses** · 07.09.08, 06:24

Curious

I'm sayin wat'z your name?
My name is Kay
Where you from?
I'm from Brooklyn
I'm sayin so why you wit that bird over there?
Now I don't wanna sound like a hater
Because he can work the middle
Oh alrite but I can too
Letz find out
Hahah
[Joe]
Ma I'm curious yea
I wonder if I can make you mine
Baby I'm curious so curious
I wonder if we can spend some time
Shorty I'm curious whoa
Girl I wanna know wat'z on your mind
Baby I'm curious so curious
I wonder if I can make you mine
Yayo
[Tony Yayo]
Ma I'm curious to know if I lick that spot
Will it make your body shiver and your pantiez drop?
Yo baby father is a lame he a dead beat dad
So you and your kidz can come cruise in my Jag
You my boo like Usher and Alicia Keys
And every time that you touch me girl you please my needz
We like George and Weezy, Jada and Will
Letz shop till we drop out in Beverly Hillz
I'm curious to know if you want me girl
If so ma letz fly the country girl
I'm not sellin you a dream girl I'll give you the world
You want them furz and the minkz and them diamond pearlz
[Joe]
Ma I'm curious yea
I wonder if I can make you mine
Baby I'm curious so curious
I wonder if we can spend some time
Shorty I'm curious whoa
Girl I wanna know wat'z on your mind
Baby I'm curious so curious
I wonder if I can make you mine
[Tony Yayo]
I saw her in the projectz goin to the store
I never had a crush like this before
Her baby daddy is a killer he hold weight in Attica
But every time he home he beatin her and smackin her
Ma you don't need your face black and blue
You need diamondz from Jacob thatz black and blue
Water front property you see the sun risin
Back to the subject let me stop fantasizing
Listen boo nobody in the world is perfect
So when u around my team therez no need to be nervous
I hit it from the back pull out your trackz
This curiosity girl killz the cat
[Joe]
Ma I'm curious yea
I wonder if I can make you mine
Baby I'm curious so curious
I wonder if we can spend some time
Shorty I'm curious whoa
Girl I wanna know wat'z on your mind
Baby I'm curious so curious
I wonder if I can make you mine
Wanna make you mine baby
Gotta make you mine baby
Wanna make you mine baby
Gotta make you mine baby
OHhhh
So curious ohhh yeaaa...

Tony Yayo

**Prenses** · 07.09.08, 06:25

Dear Suzie

[Tony Yayo]
Aiyyo Fif' (yeah)
Yo Fif', I got this letter from this girl (word?)
Finna write her back man
I'ma tell you what I told her though (what you said?)
Listen..

[Tony Yayo]
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I read your letters locked up in my cell
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I see you know I'm a star in jail
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail

[Tony Yayo]
Dear Suzie, I ain't have sex in a while
I'm in jail with my niggaz; beatin off to your pictures
You only writin letters cause I'm headed towards the riches
And I'm only writin letters cause your head game vicious
What's today's date, and today's time?
Sit-ups, push-ups and write a new rhyme
I'm about to lock it so I'ma write this letter
Was your day okay? Is your mother better?
I'ma put this bid in, cause summertime is comin
And when it start gettin hot, also tired of cummin
I'm in dorm two lower ma, here's my address
Send my G-Unit and my mailin package
Now Suzie, you know I would never try to use you or fool you
But can your friend Kim be my mule boo?
Give me some days, I'ma write you back
Send that new don diva a quarter a pack
And when you come to my visit, don't wear no drawers
It's your pimp, your playa, sincerely yours
Goodbye.. goodbye.. goodbye.. goodbye

[Tony Yayo]
I went from Manhattan coons to Allana downstate
To Oster County and then shock upstate
But anyway ma I be home in January
'til then, keep it tight like the Holy Virgin Mary
And had a rumble in my house, a sneak thief got cut
From his ear to his chin got his ass ripped up
I got the phone on lock, from nine to ten
I just got off the jack, with 50 and Em
Listen Ms. X-and-O, you love my flow
Baby I'm waitin on your mail, here come the C.O
Ma it's Tony Yayo, girl I'm bound to blow
I can't wait to come home and perform a show
Get some ice from Jacob's, so my neck can glow
Twist some haze, twist some hash and a pound of dro
Buy some dice, throw chips, matter fact c-low
Dear groupie lights out, girl it's time to go...

Tony Yayo

**Prenses** · 07.09.08, 06:27

Drama Setter

(Jail Guard)
Mr. Yayo...your free to go...so I guess this means
I'll see you tomorrow

(laughing)

Eminem- Guess who's home...Tony Yayo...Obie Trice C'mon

- Eminem
I'm a Drama Setter, gripping my baretta, sipping Armaretta, man you crazy if you think Ima let up...I told you I'm a Drama Setter...I'll be the first to set it homie, you can bet it, just don't get in the way of my chedda, man cause I'm a Drama Setter...I don't go looking for no trouble, but somehow the trouble always finds me...Don't make me have you in the trauma center, with you momma crying cause her only son is dying, she just don't know it's just your karma catching up...cause I'm a Drama Setter

-Tony Yayo
I'll poke you man...I'm Riker's Island Pokemon...I got G.O.'s bringin me Filet Mingon...But now a ***** home looking frail in a drop...with a bitch shotgun that's inhaling the cock...I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops...and got glocks in ( ? )...On broke days we used to put water in our cereal...Now we crossing borders just to shoot another video...It's Tony Montano...full body armor...soning *****s like Alfredo in Godfather...Two shot revolver...That Dillinger shit...In the A-R 15, Bentley or Six...We taking trips to Morocco just to tan...we smoke weed in restaurants in Amsterdam...i was worth a hundred grams...now I'm worth a cool million...I'll put money on your hairline, your dime and your children

-Eminem

-Obie Trice
Since Yayo is home, them A-R's is drawn(Guns cock)...Obie's Guerrila Unit, **** affilia-tion...We are one...It is sensless, for you to prevent this...the 40. cal'll put you up under some photosynthesis...at any given instant...another incident...you just got a glimpse of Obie and Yay's temperment...and we holding them K's that's why homie won't age...isn't it that Tony's enraged...they throw him in cages...But now my *****'s loose...Our crews is bulletproof...all brought to you from whom's pupils, baby blues...his short fuses, put your portrait on the news...***** them screws is loose when you ****ing with them shady dudes

-Eminem

-Tony Yayo
Got fat while I was gone, but now I'm here...and yall rappers only bust shots only in fear...chinchillas on my back...itchy fingers on the mac...get scrilla off of crack...get fifty's shooter back...Listen homie, don't let them *****s amp you money...cause I got *****s in Queens that kill for pamper money...move like Kaiser...Jayson Williams slaughter the driver...my daughter Maniyah...Know that the kid spit fire...Reality rap, ***** check my salary cap...I give guns to my soldiers with a battery pack...what you know about light planes and heavy coke...and them drugs being smuggled on them fast speed boats...It's the rap tycoon, Tony you all know me...see me on MTV I'm a parole...I was out for 12 hours and went right back in...For three hots and 1 cot doin time in the pen

-Eminem

(Em and Yayo talking)
Y-Yeah ***** thank you Marshall
E-No problem

Y-We dont stop save the best for the last...Talk of New York...Thoughts of a Predicate Felon...Blue Hefner Lloyd Banks...Buck Marley Young Buck...Curtis "Interscope" Jackson

E-"Shady Aftermath" Mathers

Y-Olivia

E-O. Trice...Stat Quo

Y- We gonna keep getting this money...Yall rappers gonna keep hating...
E &Y- **** Yall

Y-Yall want problems...I'm built for this shit...Shady Aftermath...G-Unit...We run this rap shit...

Tony Yayo

**Prenses** · 07.09.08, 06:29

Eastside Westside

[Tony Yayo]
This that gangster shit (uh-huh)
This that rider shit (uh-huh)
This that gangster shit (uh-huh)
This that rider shit

[Tony Yayo]
I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside
Down South niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me - Cause I'm a Gangster!
I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside
Southside niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me - Cause I'm a Rider!

[Tony Yayo]
I'm in that black Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters
I ride through your hood and I shine like Jesus
These hoes be lovin you, pushin a vehicle
Picked her up in my BMW
760 in a Nautica color
When I'm rollin on mine ain't no room for rubber
Tryin to push 800's, they ain't made them yet
Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top Lex
Yo I'm rich so I move in layers, hits make new careers
That's why your bitch on my dick suckin pubic hairs
My gat is ready, my mac is ready
I got a three-five blow 'em like Tackleberry
Yo I told y'all niggaz we would take it to the top
Now we gettin rich and the paper don't stop
Half a mill' deal I signed with Reebok
Goin hardbody like a nigga in Comstock

[Tony Yayo]
Mr. Telephone Man, the feds is tappin my line
Everytime I dial my connects numbers, for bricks all the time
Yo I got a Motorola, Sprint and NexTel
The feds got a hit when I'm makin my next sale - I'm hot
645 drop fresh off the lot
Stash hold a mac with a fridge in the back
I'm that bad bad wolf that'll blow your house down
Three lil' piggies better hold your spots down
One house had bricks, the other had weed
And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese
27 ki's, that's one point three-five
I'm rich nigga, but I still ride in that hoo-ride
Gold-plated AK's, stupid guns
Like Qusay and Usay , Saddam's sons...

Tony Yayo

**Prenses** · 07.09.08, 06:30

Fake Love

My life..
My life..
My life..
My life..

[Tony Yayo ]
Yeah..
Yeah..
Yeah..

Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend **** your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend

50 got Yayo gettin' all this cash
Now all these Yes men wanna kiss my ass
But back in the street you aint help me re-up
Locked up, i had court dates, you never showed up
What the ****, tell me what you grinnin' at nigga
If i get killed, my stash, you spendin' that nigga
Some people want nutin' outta life
And some people want it all, let's ball
I see the jealousy and envy when you see me shoppinSaphire watch, got your jaw droppinWhen i move that 8th, you were 7 gram coppinYou ain't happy for me, you hope that the Feds watchinI aint stoppin, homie i'm number one
Why you schemin' on me, i'm plain and dumb
So when it comes to the point, that you ready to flip
I'ma pull out first, and let off my clip, Take That!

Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend **** your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend

Now your man ain't your man if he extortin' you nigga
And your man ain't your man if he shortenin' you nigga
Listen money talks, and bullshit run marathons
When your money's gone, thats when them hoes gonFake love is when a nigga sets you up
How he knew about your chain when your ching was tucked
You know the type that rats you out, sell you out
Get locked, your man ain't gon' bail you out
You got a brand new whip, your shit is lovely
Yeah it's aight, but its rims is ugly
Fake friends, show fake love
You know the type of nigga that'll leave you in the club
Fake love..

Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend **** your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend...

Tony Yayo

**Prenses** · 07.09.08, 06:31

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

[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

[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...

Tony Yayo

**Prenses** · 07.09.08, 06:33

Homicide

Turn me up in them ****in headphones real quick man
I'm feelin to body this track
and body a nigga when I get the **** outta here man

[Tony Yayo]
Cocksucker this ain't rap, check my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet
44 bulldog, get money hustle hard
So the feds want my face on that damn number card
I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop button
So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin
I help you wit'cho bitch, I'm lovin your dame
Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein
Niggaz talk it they don't live it, these niggaz is butt
Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked
I'm in apartment 4B, wipin down the llama
With two freaks kissin like, Britney and Madonna
And you know how I ride when the beef is on
Pull up, La La like Jamaican songs

[Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide all around
There's a hole, there's a hole
There's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all around
There's a body, there's a body
There's a body in a drop, body in a lot
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide all around

[Tony Yayo]
I'm in that brand new Range; when I pull up kid
I turn your brains into red concrete stains
That's the beauty of gruesome violence
I'm loudmouth nigga but my Ruger silent
Sun-up, sundown, my fishscale move
And if a nigga wanna stop it he gon' be fish food
Yeah Yayo rhyme but I murk a person
And when your mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchin
Gas your team, nigga I'ma blast your team
I got plastic milk jugs full of gasoline
Four-fours bark loud, you layin in heaven
While your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depression
I turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinni
Like that bitch did that rasta in "New Jack City"
In broad daylight, you better think twice
Or that thing on your hip nigga better spray right

[Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide all around
It's a hole, it's a hole
It's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all around
It's a body, it's a body
It's a body in a drop, body on the block
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide all around

[Tony Yayo]
Feelin to ****in kill somebody right now nigga, ****!
Got a Shitload of guns right now nigga
Homicide come around I'm gone nigga
When you see them suits and ties
You best to believe I did that to you nigga
Matter of fact I didn't do that to you
Huh, c'mon man, shit is real man
This is for them niggaz - **** yo listen lemme tell you somethin
Don't run up on no whip
Just run up on a nigga and blow his ****in brains out
That's what, that's gangsta nigga - you hear me?
Don't ****in run up on a whip and spray somethin
Lemme see you, shoot a nigga brains out
and stand there for two minutes, and then run, mother****er!

Tony Yayo

**Prenses** · 07.09.08, 06:35

I Know You Don't Love Me

[50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You scream and holler when Eminem's in town
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
Snoop put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me

[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich, you know we in power
You could see my outfit on the Discovery Channel
I'm a stunner, my bitches train like robots
They sniff coke, deep throat, and they hold out glocks
It's the brick-copper, the L-sharper
645 Nascar driver that's known to spit lava
I'm in Cancun, with a model in the bedroom
Her pussy tight like an airplane bathroom
Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah
The baby A-R will make it hot like South Beach
I move like, Bin Laden armed with them hammers
in that new Jag wagon, with James Bond vagrant
Medina all - red; mira give me - head
Bad bitch, look like Eva Mendes
I'm a gangsta, general, comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga

[50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever Banks around
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You scream and holler whenever Usher's in town
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
See Dre put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me

[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two lanes
The navigation got me to where I'm gon' be stayin
The trunk full of somethin that can get a nigga life
So my seatbelt's on, and I'm stoppin at the light
I done been to Queens before but not behind the wheel
I'm a country nigga, ain't this many buildings where I live
But the business gotta be handled so where this coward at?
We leave a couple niggaz layin, bet them bitches holla back
Ever since Yayo been home it's been on
Smackin niggaz up, employers is gettin sent home (yeah!)
On this battlefield, you know, it's kill or be killed
Leavin niggaz with bulletholes and hospital bills
This is how it is homie, La Cosa Nostra
I won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, mother****ers

[50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Lil' Jon's around
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You scream and holler when Slim Thug's in town
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
Yeah Em put me up on how the hoes get down
I ain't got time for a groupie ass bitch
Try to run game and they ain't about shit
I know you don't love me

[Lloyd Banks]
Uh-uh, yeah
You should thank the Lord if the ray gon' getcha
Cause the sawed-off'll microwave a nigga like, Adolf Hitler
**** pressure, I enter the ring calm
I'm nicer than them Japanese niggaz in ping-pong
Look at my ring don, lease a 100 K for bling on
Smokin the same buddha as the courtroom shooter
I got the mind of a genius; the rag-white Jag
Backhand like Venus's, jab while zappin ya bitch
I'm makin her knees knock in the lab
Let off, and send her to the weed spot in the cab
And I don't hate all music, I just hate y'alls
And I hear you when you whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles
I'm ahead of my class ****er
And I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last Supper
Niggaz callin out my name in vain
When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame

[50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever Banks around
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You scream and holler whenever Usher's in town
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
See Dre put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me...

Tony Yayo

**Prenses** · 07.09.08, 06:36

I'm So High

[Tony Yayo]
Man I, get so high
Can you imagine how fast the weed go?
Take two pulls, and then pass
Pull out another sack so we can roll that

[Tony Yayo]
It's the up North title taker, rollin lah
in that Riker's Island bible paper, high as a skyscraper
I'm fresh out of jail smokin pounds of haze
Duckin my P.O., cause I'm high for days
Hydro, weed-o got my mind in the zone
Don't **** up my high bitch, leave me alone
Let it spread to the head, two pulls and pass
Stop steamin on the weed girl, make it last
I'm so high, Banks so high
Buck so high, Dre so high
We be gettin high smokin chocolate tye
That's why I got the cotton mouth and my throat is dry
Yo I'm out in L.A. at the cheeba spot
While you lightin up dirt where the seeds'll pop
And I'm chasin it down, with Henny and Hypno
Two pulls and pass, you know how fast the weed go

[Tony Yayo]
I'm hittin G-13 in that 645
Eyes real low it's gettin hard to drive
And I pray to God po's don't pull me over
Cause the Coupe real smoky off that green Arizona
Smoke on Monday, parole on Tuesday
Golden seal pills, don't use that usually
But I be gettin high nigga doin my thing
So my eyes Chinese cause I'm high like Yao Ming
Roll up all night, head get right
The hash plant mixed with that Northern Light, right
White rhino, white widow
Light people roll up that indo
Jamaican people roll that Bob Marley
Wind up your body, stink up the party
And we be puffin hard 'til the weed is done
Cause we got love for that Cheech & Chong

[in a P-Funk style]
Come smoke with me, come ride with me
Come toke with me, let your mind be free
This here ain't for no folks on asthma
My vision's like plasma
Come smoke with me, get high with me
Take a toke with me, let your mind be free
This here ain't for no folks on asthma
My vision's like plasma, whoahh-ohhh
So hiiiiiigh
So hiiigh, soo hiiigh
So hiiigh, soo hiigh
Soo hiiigh, hiiigh...

Tony Yayo

**Prenses** · 07.09.08, 06:37

Intro

Ain't nobody talking when i'm talking, fellas so shut the **** up.
Following items, replacing an envelope
is a caller off. Empty wallet, legal paperwork, first 3 out of the ten.
Lionel saying Goodbye lil' bitch...Let's Go). 'K open your mouth, stick out your tongue,
or right through your ears. 'K bend your hands over, shake em' out with your fingers.
Hands above your head...and hands out in front of you...Hold em. Wiggle Your fingers. Reach down and lift
up your nut sack...Drop Your Nut sack..Skin back your dick. Now turn around. One foot at a time pick
em' up. Wiggle your toes....Other Foot. Kay' bend over..grab yo' ass...Spread Your cheeks,and give me
two good coughs....

Tony Yayo

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07.09.08, 06:25	#2 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Dear Suzie Dear Suzie [Tony Yayo] Aiyyo Fif' (yeah) Yo Fif', I got this letter from this girl (word?) Finna write her back man I'ma tell you what I told her though (what you said?) Listen.. [Tony Yayo] Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I read your letters locked up in my cell Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I see you know I'm a star in jail Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail [Tony Yayo] Dear Suzie, I ain't have sex in a while I'm in jail with my niggaz; beatin off to your pictures You only writin letters cause I'm headed towards the riches And I'm only writin letters cause your head game vicious What's today's date, and today's time? Sit-ups, push-ups and write a new rhyme I'm about to lock it so I'ma write this letter Was your day okay? Is your mother better? I'ma put this bid in, cause summertime is comin And when it start gettin hot, also tired of cummin I'm in dorm two lower ma, here's my address Send my G-Unit and my mailin package Now Suzie, you know I would never try to use you or fool you But can your friend Kim be my mule boo? Give me some days, I'ma write you back Send that new don diva a quarter a pack And when you come to my visit, don't wear no drawers It's your pimp, your playa, sincerely yours Goodbye.. goodbye.. goodbye.. goodbye [Tony Yayo] I went from Manhattan coons to Allana downstate To Oster County and then shock upstate But anyway ma I be home in January 'til then, keep it tight like the Holy Virgin Mary And had a rumble in my house, a sneak thief got cut From his ear to his chin got his ass ripped up I got the phone on lock, from nine to ten I just got off the jack, with 50 and Em Listen Ms. X-and-O, you love my flow Baby I'm waitin on your mail, here come the C.O Ma it's Tony Yayo, girl I'm bound to blow I can't wait to come home and perform a show Get some ice from Jacob's, so my neck can glow Twist some haze, twist some hash and a pound of dro Buy some dice, throw chips, matter fact c-low Dear groupie lights out, girl it's time to go... Tony Yayo

07.09.08, 06:27	#3 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Drama Setter Drama Setter (Jail Guard) Mr. Yayo...your free to go...so I guess this means I'll see you tomorrow (laughing) Eminem- Guess who's home...Tony Yayo...Obie Trice C'mon - Eminem I'm a Drama Setter, gripping my baretta, sipping Armaretta, man you crazy if you think Ima let up...I told you I'm a Drama Setter...I'll be the first to set it homie, you can bet it, just don't get in the way of my chedda, man cause I'm a Drama Setter...I don't go looking for no trouble, but somehow the trouble always finds me...Don't make me have you in the trauma center, with you momma crying cause her only son is dying, she just don't know it's just your karma catching up...cause I'm a Drama Setter -Tony Yayo I'll poke you man...I'm Riker's Island Pokemon...I got G.O.'s bringin me Filet Mingon...But now a *** home looking frail in a drop...with a bitch shotgun that's inhaling the cock...I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops...and got glocks in ( ? )...On broke days we used to put water in our cereal...Now we crossing borders just to shoot another video...It's Tony Montano...full body armor...soning *s like Alfredo in Godfather...Two shot revolver...That Dillinger shit...In the A-R 15, Bentley or Six...We taking trips to Morocco just to tan...we smoke weed in restaurants in Amsterdam...i was worth a hundred grams...now I'm worth a cool million...I'll put money on your hairline, your dime and your children -Eminem -Obie Trice Since Yayo is home, them A-R's is drawn(Guns cock)...Obie's Guerrila Unit, affilia-tion...We are one...It is sensless, for you to prevent this...the 40. cal'll put you up under some photosynthesis...at any given instant...another incident...you just got a glimpse of Obie and Yay's temperment...and we holding them K's that's why homie won't age...isn't it that Tony's enraged...they throw him in cages...But now my *'s loose...Our crews is bulletproof...all brought to you from whom's pupils, baby blues...his short fuses, put your portrait on the news...* them screws is loose when you ing with them shady dudes -Eminem -Tony Yayo Got fat while I was gone, but now I'm here...and yall rappers only bust shots only in fear...chinchillas on my back...itchy fingers on the mac...get scrilla off of crack...get fifty's shooter back...Listen homie, don't let them *s amp you money...cause I got *s in Queens that kill for pamper money...move like Kaiser...Jayson Williams slaughter the driver...my daughter Maniyah...Know that the kid spit fire...Reality rap, * check my salary cap...I give guns to my soldiers with a battery pack...what you know about light planes and heavy coke...and them drugs being smuggled on them fast speed boats...It's the rap tycoon, Tony you all know me...see me on MTV I'm a parole...I was out for 12 hours and went right back in...For three hots and 1 cot doin time in the pen -Eminem (Em and Yayo talking) Y-Yeah * thank you Marshall E-No problem Y-We dont stop save the best for the last...Talk of New York...Thoughts of a Predicate Felon...Blue Hefner Lloyd Banks...Buck Marley Young Buck...Curtis "Interscope" Jackson E-"Shady Aftermath" Mathers Y-Olivia E-O. Trice...Stat Quo Y- We gonna keep getting this money...Yall rappers gonna keep hating... E &Y- ** Yall Y-Yall want problems...I'm built for this shit...Shady Aftermath...G-Unit...We run this rap shit... Tony Yayo

07.09.08, 06:29	#4 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Eastside Westside Eastside Westside [Tony Yayo] This that gangster shit (uh-huh) This that rider shit (uh-huh) This that gangster shit (uh-huh) This that rider shit [Tony Yayo] I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside Down South niggaz they feel me New York niggaz wanna kill me - Cause I'm a Gangster! I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside Southside niggaz they feel me New York niggaz wanna kill me - Cause I'm a Rider! [Tony Yayo] I'm in that black Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters I ride through your hood and I shine like Jesus These hoes be lovin you, pushin a vehicle Picked her up in my BMW 760 in a Nautica color When I'm rollin on mine ain't no room for rubber Tryin to push 800's, they ain't made them yet Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top Lex Yo I'm rich so I move in layers, hits make new careers That's why your bitch on my dick suckin pubic hairs My gat is ready, my mac is ready I got a three-five blow 'em like Tackleberry Yo I told y'all niggaz we would take it to the top Now we gettin rich and the paper don't stop Half a mill' deal I signed with Reebok Goin hardbody like a nigga in Comstock [Tony Yayo] Mr. Telephone Man, the feds is tappin my line Everytime I dial my connects numbers, for bricks all the time Yo I got a Motorola, Sprint and NexTel The feds got a hit when I'm makin my next sale - I'm hot 645 drop fresh off the lot Stash hold a mac with a fridge in the back I'm that bad bad wolf that'll blow your house down Three lil' piggies better hold your spots down One house had bricks, the other had weed And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese 27 ki's, that's one point three-five I'm rich nigga, but I still ride in that hoo-ride Gold-plated AK's, stupid guns Like Qusay and Usay , Saddam's sons... Tony Yayo

07.09.08, 06:30	#5 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Fake Love Fake Love My life.. My life.. My life.. My life.. [Tony Yayo ] Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Fake love's when your homie give you dap Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped Fake love.. Fake love's when they never be around But once you get rich, they all get down Fake love.. Fake love's when your friend ** your bitch Don't think with his head only think with his dick Fake love.. So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends Dont show no love, don't pretend 50 got Yayo gettin' all this cash Now all these Yes men wanna kiss my ass But back in the street you aint help me re-up Locked up, i had court dates, you never showed up What the , tell me what you grinnin' at nigga If i get killed, my stash, you spendin' that nigga Some people want nutin' outta life And some people want it all, let's ball I see the jealousy and envy when you see me shoppinSaphire watch, got your jaw droppinWhen i move that 8th, you were 7 gram coppinYou ain't happy for me, you hope that the Feds watchinI aint stoppin, homie i'm number one Why you schemin' on me, i'm plain and dumb So when it comes to the point, that you ready to flip I'ma pull out first, and let off my clip, Take That! Fake love's when your homie give you dap Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped Fake love.. Fake love's when they never be around But once you get rich, they all get down Fake love.. Fake love's when your friend your bitch Don't think with his head only think with his dick Fake love.. So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends Dont show no love, don't pretend Now your man ain't your man if he extortin' you nigga And your man ain't your man if he shortenin' you nigga Listen money talks, and bullshit run marathons When your money's gone, thats when them hoes gonFake love is when a nigga sets you up How he knew about your chain when your ching was tucked You know the type that rats you out, sell you out Get locked, your man ain't gon' bail you out You got a brand new whip, your shit is lovely Yeah it's aight, but its rims is ugly Fake friends, show fake love You know the type of nigga that'll leave you in the club Fake love.. Fake love's when your homie give you dap Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped Fake love.. Fake love's when they never be around But once you get rich, they all get down Fake love.. Fake love's when your friend ** your bitch Don't think with his head only think with his dick Fake love.. So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends Dont show no love, don't pretend... Tony Yayo

07.09.08, 06:31	#6 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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 [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 [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... Tony Yayo

07.09.08, 06:33	#7 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Homicide Homicide Turn me up in them **in headphones real quick man I'm feelin to body this track and body a nigga when I get the outta here man [Tony Yayo] Cocksucker this ain't rap, check my rap sheets I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet 44 bulldog, get money hustle hard So the feds want my face on that damn number card I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop button So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin I help you wit'cho bitch, I'm lovin your dame Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein Niggaz talk it they don't live it, these niggaz is butt Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked I'm in apartment 4B, wipin down the llama With two freaks kissin like, Britney and Madonna And you know how I ride when the beef is on Pull up, La La like Jamaican songs [Tony Yayo] It's a niiiine, it's a nine There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground And that's why homicide all around There's a hole, there's a hole There's a hole in his head, hole in his leg Hole in his pants, holes everywhere And that's why homicide all around There's a body, there's a body There's a body in a drop, body in a lot Body uptown, body downtown And that's why homicide all around [Tony Yayo] I'm in that brand new Range; when I pull up kid I turn your brains into red concrete stains That's the beauty of gruesome violence I'm loudmouth nigga but my Ruger silent Sun-up, sundown, my fishscale move And if a nigga wanna stop it he gon' be fish food Yeah Yayo rhyme but I murk a person And when your mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchin Gas your team, nigga I'ma blast your team I got plastic milk jugs full of gasoline Four-fours bark loud, you layin in heaven While your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depression I turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinni Like that bitch did that rasta in "New Jack City" In broad daylight, you better think twice Or that thing on your hip nigga better spray right [Tony Yayo] It's a niiiine, it's a nine There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground And that's why homicide all around It's a hole, it's a hole It's a hole in his head, hole in his leg Hole in his pants, holes everywhere And that's why homicide all around It's a body, it's a body It's a body in a drop, body on the block Body uptown, body downtown And that's why homicide all around [Tony Yayo] Feelin to in kill somebody right now nigga, ! Got a Shitload of guns right now nigga Homicide come around I'm gone nigga When you see them suits and ties You best to believe I did that to you nigga Matter of fact I didn't do that to you Huh, c'mon man, shit is real man This is for them niggaz - yo listen lemme tell you somethin Don't run up on no whip Just run up on a nigga and blow his in brains out That's what, that's gangsta nigga - you hear me? Don't in run up on a whip and spray somethin Lemme see you, shoot a nigga brains out and stand there for two minutes, and then run, mother**er! Tony Yayo

07.09.08, 06:35	#8 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	I Know You Don't Love Me I Know You Don't Love Me [50 Cent] Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You scream and holler when Eminem's in town I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me Snoop put me up on how the hoes get down I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris Try to run game on me you punk bitch I know you don't love me [Tony Yayo] Gators and ostrich, you know we in power You could see my outfit on the Discovery Channel I'm a stunner, my bitches train like robots They sniff coke, deep throat, and they hold out glocks It's the brick-copper, the L-sharper 645 Nascar driver that's known to spit lava I'm in Cancun, with a model in the bedroom Her pussy tight like an airplane bathroom Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah The baby A-R will make it hot like South Beach I move like, Bin Laden armed with them hammers in that new Jag wagon, with James Bond vagrant Medina all - red; mira give me - head Bad bitch, look like Eva Mendes I'm a gangsta, general, comrade nigga Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga [50 Cent] I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You ain't the same whenever Banks around I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You scream and holler whenever Usher's in town I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me See Dre put me up on how the hoes get down I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit Try to run game on me you punk bitch I know you don't love me [Young Buck] I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two lanes The navigation got me to where I'm gon' be stayin The trunk full of somethin that can get a nigga life So my seatbelt's on, and I'm stoppin at the light I done been to Queens before but not behind the wheel I'm a country nigga, ain't this many buildings where I live But the business gotta be handled so where this coward at? We leave a couple niggaz layin, bet them bitches holla back Ever since Yayo been home it's been on Smackin niggaz up, employers is gettin sent home (yeah!) On this battlefield, you know, it's kill or be killed Leavin niggaz with bulletholes and hospital bills This is how it is homie, La Cosa Nostra I won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, mother**ers [50 Cent] I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You ain't the same when Lil' Jon's around I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You scream and holler when Slim Thug's in town I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me Yeah Em put me up on how the hoes get down I ain't got time for a groupie ass bitch Try to run game and they ain't about shit I know you don't love me [Lloyd Banks] Uh-uh, yeah You should thank the Lord if the ray gon' getcha Cause the sawed-off'll microwave a nigga like, Adolf Hitler pressure, I enter the ring calm I'm nicer than them Japanese niggaz in ping-pong Look at my ring don, lease a 100 K for bling on Smokin the same buddha as the courtroom shooter I got the mind of a genius; the rag-white Jag Backhand like Venus's, jab while zappin ya bitch I'm makin her knees knock in the lab Let off, and send her to the weed spot in the cab And I don't hate all music, I just hate y'alls And I hear you when you whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles I'm ahead of my class **er And I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last Supper Niggaz callin out my name in vain When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame [50 Cent] I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You ain't the same whenever Banks around I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You scream and holler whenever Usher's in town I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me See Dre put me up on how the hoes get down I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit Try to run game on me you punk bitch I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me... Tony Yayo

07.09.08, 06:36	#9 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	I'm So High I'm So High [Tony Yayo] Man I, get so high Can you imagine how fast the weed go? Take two pulls, and then pass Pull out another sack so we can roll that [Tony Yayo] It's the up North title taker, rollin lah in that Riker's Island bible paper, high as a skyscraper I'm fresh out of jail smokin pounds of haze Duckin my P.O., cause I'm high for days Hydro, weed-o got my mind in the zone Don't **** up my high bitch, leave me alone Let it spread to the head, two pulls and pass Stop steamin on the weed girl, make it last I'm so high, Banks so high Buck so high, Dre so high We be gettin high smokin chocolate tye That's why I got the cotton mouth and my throat is dry Yo I'm out in L.A. at the cheeba spot While you lightin up dirt where the seeds'll pop And I'm chasin it down, with Henny and Hypno Two pulls and pass, you know how fast the weed go [Tony Yayo] I'm hittin G-13 in that 645 Eyes real low it's gettin hard to drive And I pray to God po's don't pull me over Cause the Coupe real smoky off that green Arizona Smoke on Monday, parole on Tuesday Golden seal pills, don't use that usually But I be gettin high nigga doin my thing So my eyes Chinese cause I'm high like Yao Ming Roll up all night, head get right The hash plant mixed with that Northern Light, right White rhino, white widow Light people roll up that indo Jamaican people roll that Bob Marley Wind up your body, stink up the party And we be puffin hard 'til the weed is done Cause we got love for that Cheech & Chong [in a P-Funk style] Come smoke with me, come ride with me Come toke with me, let your mind be free This here ain't for no folks on asthma My vision's like plasma Come smoke with me, get high with me Take a toke with me, let your mind be free This here ain't for no folks on asthma My vision's like plasma, whoahh-ohhh So hiiiiiigh So hiiigh, soo hiiigh So hiiigh, soo hiigh Soo hiiigh, hiiigh... Tony Yayo

07.09.08, 06:37	#10 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Intro Intro Ain't nobody talking when i'm talking, fellas so shut the **** up. Following items, replacing an envelope is a caller off. Empty wallet, legal paperwork, first 3 out of the ten. Lionel saying Goodbye lil' bitch...Let's Go). 'K open your mouth, stick out your tongue, or right through your ears. 'K bend your hands over, shake em' out with your fingers. Hands above your head...and hands out in front of you...Hold em. Wiggle Your fingers. Reach down and lift up your nut sack...Drop Your Nut sack..Skin back your dick. Now turn around. One foot at a time pick em' up. Wiggle your toes....Other Foot. Kay' bend over..grab yo' ass...Spread Your cheeks,and give me two good coughs.... Tony Yayo

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