Tony Yayo
Tony Yayo - Southside To Far Rock lyrics
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[Talking: Tony Yayo] Yea from southside to far rock Rest in peace to Stack Bundles It's the unit [Repeat] [Stack Bundles:] Nigga from far rock to southside Hit em in his face so in nother words snuff died I'm nice with a knife like a latin king Carve a nigga ass up nice then I'm in the bing I got my war paint on dog who want beef I move with guerillas and wolves ya niggaz all sheep These hollowtips I'll pop lock on a nigga And for ya fake ass chain I'll go pawn it [Riot Squad:] Lil man's let em know it's jeezy Big enough I'll give em a little pain like teenie You know were far rock movers Yo yayo hit fif we got far rock shooters The rap game quiet, diet drama dark season Now it's a reason for the riot S s s s squad up nigga ya heard that Now put your teeth and mouth where the curb at [Chorus: Riot Squad] Bad wolves move in silence Respect 2 things that's money and violence G-unit riot gang go head and run up trust me nigga they do bang They won't get 1 up on me Best believe I got something on me So if you run up on me That's the end of the story [Tony Yayo:] Ask dem niggaz in them projects if yayo's on that killer shit Dat hollow gram grey glock tucked in that chinchilla shit My lil niggaz hungry like yay let me book sumthin Fuck books I need work let me cook sumthin Kelly pushing hennessy wash away the pain I'll leave a nigga washed up if he run up on my range I got that aim, the glock gotta beam My swag make haters wanna see me in a bing I get that strap tight, homie I get right Aim for your chest cavity and your windpipe You niggaz marked bitches the 60 with the automatic Start make the pussy fart on small bitches And denny ones, I got mini guns Baby glocks and beef brocks boy I got many guns I use and abuse em, then I throw em to the wolves And I cause mass confusion [Chorus] [Riot Squad:] Listen it's 2 guns, 3 parolles we all guilty I get knocked my clean record is filthy Go against the rich slangin wool on the tapes For the shit that's on your wrist that resemble a jake If it's once and they fake so I don't see crystal I bet you everythings coming out this pistol Pull the thing out, one wing out Give you something to sing bout New york know how I mob em Come to the club so a rapper can get robbed I'm in deep in avalon (dipset byrdgang) G-unit dumbouts riding like the saddles on Call the jakes I'm the nigga to taddle one They heard I hand balls like there pat alongs And my young boys all got there pedal on We can hold court in the street with no settle on [Chorus]