Lyrics:
[Interlude: Ving Rhames]
He's the biggest boss, coming outta the M-I-yayo
Straight from the "Port of Miami"
To keeping it "Trilla"
Involved in many heated
Crip, contraband for chips, sold all kinda shit
You know we on, turned that white to stone, just don't call my phone
From scrub to boss, shit my
event
Got a pocket full of game bring the main intent
Six bitches phone numbers on the same napkin
Now thats what the fuck I call a chain reaction
You
the beef like Neil did with Waingro
All you needs one homie that's loyal as Tony Yayo
Some my best friends are Black, if they say that, ayo
They oughta choke
a phone call need a half, got it gone
Everything going smooth he didn't see nothing wrong
Parked over by the curb with a Glock and a mask
Went to banging
race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die over music
Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas
the main event
Got a pocket full of game bring the main intent
Six bitches phone numbers on the same napkin
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain
Out in the street, they call it murder
(Fuck D-Block)
Verse 1
Tony Yayo:
PUT YO HANDS UP
Gimme dat CHAIN and dat Jacob
One false move you get spread
and fuck these hoes, have em' waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
All you punk ass niggas be player hatin'.
Cause I'm makin this money strait
hoes by the load they gon' come in minutes
New diamonds came in from the jeweler
Left hand on hold clip tight long a ruler
Right hand gone hit bust down
- Tony Yayo]
You want me to lay out quality time, like you don't know I'm on tour
Fuck you blowin up my cell phone for? huh?
Why everytime we talk
got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
one collect call of prayer dials it up to God
cnd He answers the call like a phone operator
Interlude 3:
I wonder how many other artists;
You can
bouge killers with digits
Let me explain how
Draco got the yayo con fuego
He cop it by the pound
Smoke that be my shooter
Better move if that nigga draw
no suit n tie
You ask me 21 questions
And I don’t know how to reply
But this could be an interlude
Maybe somethin' to ride
Know you got 21 questions
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
a mess ..
Move like a mobster, bout Franks Stacks Sinatra
I gotta get to this bread.. don't hit bout nada unless its bout guala
Make one phone call n he
Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
They call
crack-a-lack, gimme dap-no-don't want no dome (Oh no)
Too many women I call em' chesbit hittin' on my phone (Brbrr)
Way it look to you but really I know what be
I stay ballin like i'm Kobe
No you don't know me
When they call let the phone ring
Fine by my lonely
Want it all like i'm Tony
She wanna blow me
Big racks on me, I got what you want
I be trappin' like I'm Tony, dressed in Saint Laurent
Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, I drink dom pérignon
Fucked
one way, nigga trippin', put 47 in the AK, you Know that my young nigga's sponsored
By Gunplay, hold up, aye, I'm big o, but you can call Me Tony
the games so
I'm no fufu It's the juju jugg like Pablo for that pay load
I'm no papi maybe Chuchu flex like tony with the yayo
Goofy niggas show they tutu
[Intro]
What the fuck is the deal its the talk of New York Tony Yayo (G-G-G Unit)
Yeah, Yo word up man, its fucking cold out here man, my fucking
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