bonus tony yayo classic

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 niggas 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 shit that'll have the whole hood talkin

hit ya shit 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

niggaz on the dick whisper hiatus

cause they hear are shoes click gators slip bob gators

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 shit

my raps weigh tonnes

niggaz can't escape um

fuck around with ray guns with the force of 8 guns

storm the type of nigga that could be at a party

pull my dick out at the bar and take a pee on your shorty

y'all niggaz 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 nigga that convinced you to rhyme

and if y'all niggaz 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 fuck mosquito

i'm bout to charge this nigga 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 niggaz to be rapping with me

yo all y'all feel if your not your joking

niggaz can't be serious they even sniffing the smoke in

it's all fucked up now what i'm a do now push your shit back

clap 1 in your gut fuck up your 6 pack

you heard the rumor last year nigga 50 got back

you heard the rumor this year nigga 50 got stabbed

what's the rumor next year huh 50 was real mad

tore that nigga ja head off with the 4 4 mag

i ain't gon till nigga you pussy irv

i ain't gon say bj bitch

i ain't gon tell niggaz they start in your click

you just another broke nigga fronting like you rich

your secrets safe with me i won't say shit

niggaz running round stunting sayin they cut me up

well mother fucking 4 stitches ain't gon shut me up

this is who i am nigga this here ain't no act

my baby moms i'l wild out and stab me worse than that

it's gangsta