[Tony Yayo:]

Ya'll remember back in the day like '94 '95

Freaky Tah used to walk around the park with his big ass radio

With a thousand LBs behind him

Shit was real back then

Word up man

Shit was real real god tops, blue tops, orange tops

I remember all that shit man

We got 134 all stars me, myself Tony Yayo

Bust this shit yo, yo yo



[Verse 1: Tony Yayo:]

I'm like New York plates out of town i'm hot

You could see me on ya Boulevard, strip or block

From wratchets to pooh

Nigga want you 'gon do

Cause they can make caskets for big niggas too

I treat money like fertilizer spread it out and watch it grow

Flashy like Richard Po

Nigga back in the day niggas was dyin' for lyin'

Now a days niggas is payed for rhymin'

Rap is like wrestling everything is fake

But its a good pussy getter and the cash is great

We used to catch cases

Goin' hard for the papers

Now we lookin' for blowjobs out in Vegas

At the end of my life I die in my own arms

So I hope I see G-Pop's and Fat Sha moms

Then Kav-O and matter of fact P-Lo

And my man Freaky Tah right to hell they go

I'm a hot boy nigga with no tattoos

Have you tied in L.A. take ya tar shoes

We always overcrowd the bar

But never overcrowd the car

I leave the crowd layed on tar

I got a good up and down game in bed

You could ask the dikes, the wifes, hood rats and chicken heads

If ya bitch wanna see use the Power Plays

The best protection for babies and AIDS

When i'm trippin' off of Exctasy

With Tiffany

The condom on my dick be intensity

Yo I tear backs

With a pack of bare backs

And hide from my wife when back got a scratch

I'm that nigga and thats your bitch

Sex so good she takin' pictures of my dick

See me in the Six

Double O

Car slow

Henny, Mo'

Good to go

This bitch is a pro

I rock Stacey Adams nigga fuck food stamps

And roll with football stars like Bruce Brance

In a stretch limo

Yo its all for the Ditto

So i'm tryin' to eat like Hungry Hungry Hippo

I rather be in the streets than be in the yard

Give my lawyer 5 gees now hes on the shore

The Ds peep hard

But my bail be a "Get Out Of Jail Free" Card

Retard

The world ain't shit I just live in it

I always think of the shit that I did in it

I got no one to trust cause friends is fake

And even family members'll set you up for ya cake

Like rich, poor to uncle

So be on ya P's and Q's cause it could happen on the Hubble

I got artistic integrity

And ability

When I use them big words ya bitch be feelin' me

You know the style

Walk around with the 40 cal

Got guns in my house the size of Bow Wow

Niggas screamin' murder but them things don't pop

You can catch me in Hollis at the Hero's Spot

Rap and street shit its all the same

I realize that when 50 snatched Ja's chain

Niggas tellin' niggas that they want to get at us

Well just tell us that you want to get at us

Cause we got pipe bombs and crazy wratchets

And 44 longs with them laser gadgets

You faggots



[Tony Yayo:]

Word up man

Tony Yayo the motherfuckin' greatest in Queens