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tony yayo - fuck ya'll niggaz remix lyrics

[chorus x3: tony yayo]
f-ck y’all n-gg-z i murder y’all n-gg-z
body y’all n-gg-z, clap y’all n-gg-z
f-ck y’all n-gg-z i cut y’all n-gg-z
buck y’all n-gg-z, touch y’all n-gg-z

[tony yayo:]
i got 35 n-gg-z with 35 guns
you know the weapons 357’s
35 times 6 that’s 210 shots
now it’s hot, hid from 200 cops
45 is the weapon i’m a pimp for the jux
cause the chain on my neck is an excellent look
i’m the kid on tv that’s still on the corner
a million dollar n-gg- with no diploma
yo i’m still in the p’s drinking c and c soda
navy blue timbs match the rims on the rover
bentley grill, changed the nose on the 6
in the strip, it’s locked like a blue nose pit
everytime i move my lip it’s like i’m moving a brick
you move your weight in your car move my weight on a ship
god d-mn, god dammit
my wrist made dicaprio die in the t-tanic
and these haters wanna be me, hoes wanna g me
50 cal i’l tear the roof of your hemi
it’s t-o-n-y rap tyc–n
knife in my pocket give your face a half moon

[prodigy:]
i’m ballin hard, my lamborghini flying through these streets
so fast got your b-tch fatty stuck to the seat
gotta pocket full of haze, pocket full of condoms
cannon on my waist, case there’s any problems
diamonds on my wrists, them sh-ts always start something
then i gotta flip and show you that you all buggin
pop shots, n-gg- when i’m holding
everytime i squeeze it sound like an explosion

[d-tay:]
i lay you n-gg-z down from long range
bang biggy bang watch me hit when you flipping
with that thing d-cky thing
me and yayo got them yayo it’s on the low
got my mayo we in them cuios i’m at the door, hoe
soon as i get my money you make it to them trucks
send a couple of homies back in to tie em up
this is a robbery mayne give me all your bread
oh he don’t know where it’s at then cut that boy head

[lil fame:]
you f-cking with the m.o.p, marksman professional
when n-gg- gotta air your -ss out like clarfession
you bettter be ready with ya metal be if you ever
threaten me you gon be out a whole lotta blood checkin me
slugs in the street, get checks care about
thugs in the street, b-tch let’s dance
from your mug to your feet
murder murder mo murder pop ya motherufcking collar in
my whole hood hollering

[chorus x2]

- tony yayo lyrics

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