Lyrics:
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take 'em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I take over the streets, fresh
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take 'em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I take over the streets, fresh
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
basketball
In the backyard on a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (what?)
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (ha)
Slangin' yayo (slangin'
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Ridin’ with Manolo
Feelin’ like I'm Tony
I did it by my solo
Did it by my lonely
I’m ridin’ round with Tony
Feelin like Manolo
Never had nobody
I did it by
(haha)
I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang
[ Tony Yayo ]
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah,
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT
(UNIT, haha) , yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks
(BANKS) , and Tony Yayo (YAYO)
Nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
And I'm not sure if I'm still respected
And I'm not in a rush to feel rejected, not by Tony
Tony don't care no more
He doesn't want me there no more
I
And I'm not sure if I'm still respected
And I'm not in a rush to feel rejected, not by Tony
Tony don't care no more
He doesn't want me there no more
I
platinum on wrist blue
Wrist poppin' bling green by the fistful
I'm smokin' on good, don't ride through the wrong hood
Unless you got a vest on, that
green by the fistful
I'm smokin' Chong good
Don't ride through the wrong hood
Unless you got a vest on
That Teflon
Like a don should
I'm rollin'
Tony like I’m yayo yeh
Anywhere the money go I go
Um hm
Boi it’s real no fluck baby
Tryna bend these rules lately
Ain’t sh*t you can do to me
Been
my sins (yeah!)
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round, you better get it
Money cause hatred as soon as you get it
Money make whores, money
killed her only son so when he said it she just nodded
And he told her that he got her
Grimy at its best
Like Tony had a cold you feel it slimy in his
macs
And leave you flat your back
BRRAT
Take that
[HOOK]
[Tony Yayo]
I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma
Ice so blind it give your ass glaucoma
Its
killed her only son so when he said it she just nodded
And he told her that he got her
Grimy at its best
Like Tony had a cold you feel it slimy in his
you should have yours (uh-huh)
'Cause it won't be no warnings when it's time to go to war (what)
New York City
That's where I'm from (uh-huh, Tony
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
[Intro - Tony Yayo (Lloyd Banks)]
Yeah Nigga!
We fuckin back! Hunger for More!
Tony's Home!
Yo Banks I told these nigga's man
(Ya'll done fucked
Aw no do you know what this is
One shot one kill what's the deal G-Unit!Here we go now!}
Aw nigga do you know who you with
It's Tony Yayo up in
Aw no do you know what this is
One shot one kill what's the deal G-Unit!Here we go now!}
Aw nigga do you know who you with
It's Tony Yayo up in
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