tony yayo talk bout it

yea it feels good to see people up on it

use to be broke now i floss it and flaunt it

they'll never buy ya album word to mother

not even the bootleg with the blurry cover

burn rubber in the benz mclaren

chains glaring

dames staring

i'm hot so stop preparing

yo it's t-o-n-y i cook like a chemist

the 6 be the color of spinach

on the wo wo supenis

stashbox holding the tech

so i can cook a nigga brain like hannible lect

i got the money

the power and a big set of balls

nigga slow your role i put your face on the wall

i get birds for dirt cheap

i get that dough

and put pieces on your strip the size of your big toe

i'm out in atl smoking grandaddy

on them rubberband tires on the brand new caddy