Lyrics Tony Yayo – G–Shit
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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
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
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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
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
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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
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