Tony Yayo - f** Ya'll n***az Remix lyrics

[Chorus x3: Tony Yayo] f** y'all n***az I murder y'all n***az Body y'all n***az, clap y'all n***az f** y'all n***az I cut y'all n***az Buck y'all n***az, touch y'all n***az [Tony Yayo:] I got 35 n***az 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***a 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 damn, God dammit My wrist made dicaprio die in the titanic 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 tycoon 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**h 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**s always start something Then I gotta flip and show you that you all buggin Pop shots, n***a when I'm holding Everytime I squeeze it sound like an explosion [D-Tay:] I lay you n***az down from long range Bang biggy bang watch me hit when you flipping With that thing dicky 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**ing with the m.o.p, marksman professional When n***a gotta air your a** 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**h let's dance From your mug to your feet Murder murder mo murder pop ya motherufcking collar in My whole hood hollering [Chorus x2]