Tony Yayo - Southside To Far Rock lyrics

[Talking: Tony Yayo] Yea from southside to far rock Rest in peace to Stack Bundles It's the unit [Repeat] [Stack Bundles:] n***a from far rock to southside Hit em in his face so in nother words snuff died I'm nice with a knife like a latin king Carve a n***a a** up nice then I'm in the bing I got my war paint on dog who want beef I move with guerillas and wolves ya n***az all sheep These hollowtips I'll pop lock on a n***a And for ya fake a** chain I'll go pawn it [Riot Squad:] Lil man's let em know it's jeezy Big enough I'll give em a little pain like teenie You know were far rock movers Yo yayo hit fif we got far rock shooters The rap game quiet, diet drama dark season Now it's a reason for the riot S s s s squad up n***a ya heard that Now put your teeth and mouth where the curb at [Chorus: Riot Squad] Bad wolves move in silence Respect 2 things that's money and violence G-unit riot gang go head and run up trust me n***a they do bang They won't get 1 up on me Best believe I got something on me So if you run up on me That's the end of the story [Tony Yayo:] Ask dem n***az in them projects if yayo's on that k**er sh** Dat hollow gram grey glock tucked in that chinchilla sh** My lil n***az hungry like yay let me book sumthin f** books I need work let me cook sumthin Kelly pushing hennessy wash away the pain I'll leave a n***a washed up if he run up on my range I got that aim, the glock gotta beam My swag make haters wanna see me in a bing I get that strap tight, homie I get right Aim for your chest cavity and your windpipe You n***az marked b**hes the 60 with the automatic Start make the p**y fart on small b**hes And denny ones, I got mini guns Baby glocks and beef brocks boy I got many guns I use and abuse em, then I throw em to the wolves And I cause ma** confusion [Chorus] [Riot Squad:] Listen it's 2 guns, 3 parolles we all guilty I get knocked my clean record is filthy Go against the rich slangin wool on the tapes For the sh** that's on your wrist that resemble a jake If it's once and they fake so I don't see crystal I bet you everythings coming out this pistol Pull the thing out, one wing out Give you something to sing bout New york know how I mob em Come to the club so a rapper can get robbed I'm in deep in avalon (dipset byrdgang) G-unit dumbouts riding like the saddles on Call the jakes I'm the n***a to taddle one They heard I hand balls like there pat alongs And my young boys all got there pedal on We can hold court in the street with no settle on [Chorus]