Tony Yayo - Bonus Tony Yayo Cla**ic lyrics

[Tony Yayo:] We sling Weed - Crack! - And Dope mixed with Opium While the Feds sweep the block like custodions 44 loons got my birds and dames holdin' 'em Rock mink longs made with Teflon soles in 'em I'm as big as King Kong - with the mind of Napoleon Cook up blow in straight AC-WOL Sodium I'm trying to sell records like Vanilla Ice And hang MC's up from balconies like Suge Knight In every event my team catch crazy stunts Rollin' eight deep like the Brady Bunch I keep 80s cause n***as tried to blaze me once And ride in big trucks so I ride for my drug lords and OG hustlers Imagine my face placed on Billboards and buses And record covers - even The Source magazine I used to be the one to extort the fiends Remember back then - when I slinged on the corner I had the sheep skin my girl had the leather balmer Around the time Mike was moonwalkin' Now I write the sh** that'll have the whole hood talkin Hit ya sh** up! - I'll make ya body spit back So don't fall victim to my gangsta rap I stay - strapped down like Crazus in CreeMore Got Macks, Trey Pounds, 3-80s and C-4 n***az on the dick whisper hiatus Cause they hear are shoes click gators slip bob gators [Storm P:] Before you see me on the island doing 3 and a quarter I be at the mexican border extorting your daughter All my hoes wear thongs, smoke weed outta bongs Run around chest naked, singing all my sh** My raps weigh tonnes, n***az can't escape um f** around with ray guns with the force of 8 guns Storm the type of n***a that could be at a party Pull my dick out at the bar and take a pee on your shorty Y'all n***az make crumbs just to feed the birds I stay iceberged down in anisya furs I could shoot 10 bullets that travel through time And give 3 to the n***a that convinced you to rhyme And if y'all n***az wanna know where the other 7 went To your mothers womb during the fetal development I inject needles that infect your cerebal Make you shrink a couple feet until your danny devito Make your dick so small you could f** mosquito I'm bout to charge this n***a 95 thousand a verse And an extra 5 g's if they don't want me to curse I'm the storm to the p y'all a rhyme writing champ I think I'm bout to start my own rhyme writing camp Rappers are all ages younger than ally vegas Older than daddy kane is storm is the strangest I'm the greatest, I'm storm to the capital p And it's a privelage for these n***az to be rapping with me Yo all y'all feel if your not your joking n***az can't be serious they even sniffing the smoke in [50 Cent:] It's all f**ed up now what I'm a do now push your sh** back Clap 1 in your gut f** up your 6 pack You heard the rumor last year n***a 50 got back You heard the rumor this year n***a 50 got stabbed What's the rumor next year huh 50 was real mad Tore that n***a ja head off with the 4 4 mag I ain't gon till n***a you p**y irv I ain't gon say bj b**h I ain't gon tell n***az they start in your click You just another broke n***a fronting like you rich Your secrets safe with me I won't say sh** n***az running round stunting sayin they cut me up Well mother f**ing 4 stitches ain't gon shut me up This is who I am n***a this here ain't no act My baby moms I'l wild out and stab me worse than that It's gangsta