Trife Da God - Tony's Money lyrics

Bonus track on the LP Version of "Put it on the Line" [Intro: Ghostface k**ah] Yeah, ain't nothing man n***as, n***as just should of paid me my stacks, man You know whatimean, these n***as sending me tracks And ain't try'nna not to pay the kid, man But f** that, f** 'em I don't give what producers -- who produced, what I'm deading n***as on they tracks, what co*k s**ers f**ing with me.. Yeah, yo, this what happens when n***as send me sh** And don't pay me my f**ing money [Hook 2X: Ghostface k**ah] Aiyo (come on), Pretty Toney should of got his dough We was rhymin through the brooms and street, with eight years old Take us back to eighty eight, you couldn't catch our flow A group of kids, so original, (you heard?) [Ghostface k**ah] Tony 'Tana with big hammers, for bad manners, who got 'em We kiss cannons for Scrams and his crew, and his wack dancers Biting is forbidden, pa, pay that tax And don't you ever look at us funny, come on, boy, we'll bring rap back And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men With dynomites, real hip-hop'll do you in Floor you like Dyu Ku Kim, I'm loo-looing Hoola hoop on b**hes, cuckoo for brand new pins Cut Masta k**a, make sure we cut cla**ics Buck ba*tards in broadday and tuck caskets Next to Uday and Qusay, hopped in the coupe, shoot the P.A And just lay, whooptie, whooptay Use to loose spaldings, and snatch a dude's toupee Since tuning in, to T-La Rock and A.J Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed like a gla** of O.J Girls you can go cruisin in my O'Jay [Hook]