Tony Yayo - Horror Movie (Remix) lyrics

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Tony Yayo - Horror Movie (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus x2: Tony Yayo] Respect violence you a wolf or a sheep You a come up real n***az wanna eat A vegetarion you ain't got beef You can shoot horror movies in the streets [Freddie Gibbs:] n***a Desperate times call for desperate measures So let me measure my sh** up I seen some geekans take a hit of that basin straight bust a nut Back in 80's when I was a baby with basins was just blowin up When all of the pages was gangstas who gave the game straight to us Everyday I spray my nuts on the ghetto pavement And them hanging, my handco*ked and my pants saggin And reef was thanking I don't give a f** about the set you banging or streets you claiming Cause can't no colors or twisted fingers keep me slanging Bicth I'm staright from scary gary city Where our cemetary ghosttown it goes down Posting up obituary Old souls and old transport old getting candy n***az I know can get you what you need and get you buried No bring no n***az round my spot I hate randoms Acting like I don't you I don't even take chance A 100 in the streets and the police can't stand So hit me on the pager 1-800-straight slanger [Tony Yayo:] My mic is like transparent poison Drop top phantom with them hoes in See I'm lookin and I'm smellin like I'm making millions Got the god se ya paper filled with sour filling And the sours is the system Ain't no tellin if I f** or I diss em I'm a pimp by tradition Gettin head in the bentley on the way home Still making power moves on the cell phone Cesars palace dropping them big bets More chips than the chipmunks and chippettes New lex that park itself When you telling war stories don't mark yourself [Chorus x2] [Tony Yayo:] Louie houserobe, hermeez slips Cause the strip on lockshaw, michael vick And if the feds flip, you know I got that case money In the club it's rozay by the case homie Ak 47 wake up the dead f** a kingpin charge n***a duck the feds My skin made outta gingerbread Your b**h pullin on me like a cigarette 20 rozays in an ice bowl Confetti fallin out the sky like the rose bowl I'm in my old school with them flip flop colors Bumpin biggie smallz for them hip hop lovers [Chorus x2]

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