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tony touch - return of the diaz bros lyrics

[speaking to pain in da -ss]
okay tony. listen to me.
see those two guys over there?
those are the diaz brothers
they got the biggest distribution of mixtapes
from new york all the way to tucson, arizona
you know anything – don’t f-ck with them tony
they will stick you underneath the f-cking ground

[pain in da -ss – imitating “scarface”]
aiy, hey f-ck the diaz brothers huh?
i bury those motherf-ckers
who the f-ck is the diaz brothers?
you come and step to me? hey f-ck you!

[tony touch and doo wop]
if you (if you) wanna know (wanna know)
a little story, about the two.
well let me tell you we’re the diaz brothers b-tch
and we doin this just for you (what?) yo yo
said we doin this just for you (what?) uh uh
said we doin it. yeah we doin it.

[tony touch]
well it’s the rap t-to fuente, mira mira frente
represent my people, ‘ju know mi gente
yeah, everyday all day para siempre
diaz brothers, stay caliente
hot to death, when me and wop rock the set
b.k. to b.x. straight lockin it (yeah)
all y’all other dj’s be poppin sh-t
but when we come around the way i do the opposite
what’s the deal with all that hypocrisy?
on the real y’all need to stop jockin we
like krs-one, here’s “my philosophy”
settin it off, with my monopoly
if it ain’t over, it’s about to be
and it d-mn sure ain’t nuttin stoppin me
sangalo, toca, cantalo
cri-mi-nal, tremendous scan-da-lo, what?

[speaking to pain in da -ss]
okay tony, you’re going too far now
these motherf-ckers will kill you
they’ll cut off your f-ckin t-st-cl-s
and shove it up your f-ckin -ss

[pain in da -ss – imitating “scarface”]
f-ck that! come on! you want a war?
you f-ckin wit pain in da -ss;
you’re f-ckin wit the best motherf-cker!
i’ll stick your f-ckin head up ju’ f-ckin -ss
then i’ll molest your f-ckin kids. f-ck you!

[doo wop]
yo. yo yo yo yo yo yo
on some prodigy sh-t, chain drop to my d-ck
no chokers, exotic sh-t swingin like sosa
at the copa, with tone toca, opposite of sob-ah
lots of henny-lo and coca-cola
blend tape hoe glock tre-eight blowers
heavyweight holders, got every state sewed up
n-gg-z broke? nah, pockets al roker
budget like trinidad and de la hoya
september 18th, mixtape kingz walk up in the ring
grey minks, turntables hangin on links
poli’ with ch-nks – the main attaction – wally’s dyed pink
shirt matchin, thug fashion, thug p-ssion
compliments of don king, it’s a don thing
f-ck a drink, still schemein on that charm king
chill son, put away the toast, make a toast
to the hated most, puerto rican “rae’ and ghost”

[doo wop and tony touch]
wop and tone never leavin the hoes alone
and all the hoes never leavin us alone
and wop and tone never leavin the chrome at home
in case we gotta put four up in your dome

[pain in da -ss – imitating “scarface”]
take this f-ckin sh-t
you know why the f-ckin people love me?
cause i’m f-ckin real!
i tell you what the f-ck’s on my mind, okay?!

[tony touch]
okay.
it’s the return of the jedi;
now tell me who the h-ll said i
couldn’t bring it to any boriqua tierras
from l.a. back to n.y. on the red eye
toca, holdin it down on the m-i
(the m.o.) used to be “listen to my demo”
all dem vogue now with no problemo
before i do a show, have my dinero
i’m talkin to all you pendejos!

[doo wop]
yo. yo yo
my rhymes get spit like a gajo
my nines get the clips with the hollows
five carat chips in my movado
doo wop, spic half cubano
who copped six and used to have the milano
who got your main chain vicked at the apollo
where eric b. and rakim would “follow, the leader”
many nights got my d-ck swallowed at the fever
by any white black or pediqua, maria, chiniqua
had em all player, f-cked em and played em
you loved em and date em
gave em an ultimatum
talk about that kid wop, i hate him
so cut him off or i’ma blaze him –
brother you’re soft

[pain in da -ss – imitating “scarface”]
you come and step to me? hey f-ck you!
those guys they f-ckin talk too much
all they concerned about is f-ckin p-ssy and drinking
the booze, and the coochie
i got those guys f-ckin soft man
they can’t f-ck with me
i’ll bury those f-ckin c-ck-a-roaches
f-ck you motherf-cker! i don’t give a f-ck!

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