Lyrics:
so deep in your eyes
I touch on you more and more every time
When you leave, I'm begging you not to go
Call your name two or three times in a row
Such
steps, they get done in over dumb shit thoughts left on the steps, damn
Hook
Talk to me, walk wit me, city by my side got the whole north wit me,
motherfuckers know me
Three times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y.
All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steel
Lay your shit down, clown I'm for real
Spittin'
Where Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at?
We gonna do it like this
Anytime your ready, check it!
I got
in the middle
Yett
I came in this bit for some neck
I skrrt of the lot in a vet
Dey hating ain't getting no check
Yett
I'm popping my shit I'm up next
up the wood had to check if its medicinal
Now they all want they cut like this shit umbilical
Watching them just pocket the profit political
Pit in
Covergirl, bitch, we made it
Every feature soft to the touch
I make all your boyfriends blush
Then I let them have it
As I sit in custom fabric
They say
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
Yeah
Ooh, Ooh, Uh huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna, Ooh
I wanna
I wanna flex on my ex (My yeah)
I wanna bury a check (A check)
Count hundreds by
(yeah)
Got the product, by the quart
Made a trillion in first quarter
Rocking Jordan's on the court
Put em on the earth, in the core
And my stallion pedal,
I just left the lot, I bought a new Jag
Come check out my bitch, she got Chanel swag
I looked in my bag, I got some blue cash
I just left
assassin appears to be
blind in glasses
Daredevil bang head with shovel
Iron skin, Tony Starks, liquid metal
The rebel in the evenin, shadows sweapens,
shovel iron skin
Tony Starks, liquid metal the rebel in the evenin'
Shadows sweapens
Vanishin' the book of instruction
Fuckin' with the Wu-Tang Production
Whipping that Boss shit
Spitting that Raw Shit
Haters be looking like aww shit
I run it up like cross fit watch this
I check back in to run up
feat. Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga
Uh
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got
wanna hear nothin'
Out in the morning everyday I'm hustlin'
I stood my ground when the nigga got to bussin'
Got GOD by my side you demons cannot touch me
Crowe, homie, I am thus
Try and touch, I ain't bust, they ain't loud as us
Gettin' mine a must
Two plates at the table with the higher-ups
Checks
All my little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah"
Baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
Tell me is ya with
[Fat Joe]
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin' mad loot, gettin' paid off the dope fiends (word)
Keep the shit in check, in order
Tryna play in this station like Sony (Like Sony)
Need nobody I stay by my lonely (Stay by my lonely)
Late night I'm smokin' that pressure, yeah
Bend that
me but you won't, check out the way I
Smash stumps to rude comps, what?
Breaking down your doors, for you and yours, say what?
Bronze Tony's baddest
outside it's softly snowing
in the caribbean
there's a beach with my name on it
there's a circle in the sand
and my demons dance upon it
ooh blessèd touch
ridin' a camel
Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels
I feel like Tony Soprano, who do I trust now? (Yeah)
Just hit me on my
on my little sister (Put down the gun)
[YouknowhatI'msayin we represent youknowhatI'msayin?]
[YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, peace to my man Tony
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