Tony Yayo:] Ya'll remember back in the day like '94 '95 Freaky Tah used to walk around the park with his big ass radio With a thousand LBs behind him Shit was real back then Word up man Shit was real real god tops, blue tops, orange tops I remember all that shit man We got 134 all stars me, myself Tony Yayo Bust this shit yo, yo yo [Verse 1: Tony Yayo:] I'm like New York plates out of town i'm hot You could see me on ya Boulevard, strip or block From wratchets to pooh Nigga want you 'gon do Cause they can make caskets for big niggas too I treat money like fertilizer spread it out and watch it grow Flashy like Richard Po Nigga back in the day niggas was dyin' for lyin' Now a days niggas is payed for rhymin' Rap is like wrestling everything is fake But its a good pussy getter and the cash is great We used to catch cases Goin' hard for the papers Now we lookin' for blowjobs out in Vegas At the end of my life I die in my own arms So I hope I see G-Pop's and Fat Sha moms Then Kav-O and matter of fact P-Lo And my man Freaky Tah right to hell they go I'm a hot boy nigga with no tattoos Have you tied in L.A. take ya tar shoes We always overcrowd the bar But never overcrowd the car I leave the crowd layed on tar I got a good up and down game in bed You could ask the dikes, the wifes, hood rats and chicken heads If ya bitch wanna see use the Power Plays The best protection for babies and AIDS When i'm trippin' off of Exctasy With Tiffany The condom on my dick be intensity Yo I tear backs With a pack of bare backs And hide from my wife when back got a scratch I'm that nigga and thats your bitch Sex so good she takin' pictures of my dick See me in the Six Double O Car slow Henny, Mo' Good to go This bitch is a pro I rock Stacey Adams nigga fuck food stamps And roll with football stars like Bruce Brance In a stretch limo Yo its all for the Ditto So i'm tryin' to eat like Hungry Hungry Hippo I rather be in the streets than be in the yard Give my lawyer 5 gees now hes on the shore The Ds peep hard But my bail be a "Get Out Of Jail Free" Card Retard The world ain't shit I just live in it I always think of the shit that I did in it I got no one to trust cause friends is fake And even family members'll set you up for ya cake Like rich, poor to uncle So be on ya P's and Q's cause it could happen on the Hubble I got artistic integrity And ability When I use them big words ya bitch be feelin' me You know the style Walk around with the 40 cal Got guns in my house the size of Bow Wow Niggas screamin' murder but them things don't pop You can catch me in Hollis at the Hero's Spot Rap and street shit its all the same I realize that when 50 snatched Ja's chain Niggas tellin' niggas that they want to get at us Well just tell us that you want to get at us Cause we got pipe bombs and crazy wratchets And 44 longs with them laser gadgets You faggots [Tony Yayo:] Word up man Tony Yayo the motherfuckin' greatest in Queens