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drop/i shot ya (freestyle) - tony yayo lyrics

[intro: 50 cent & tony yayo]
ayo man, what the f*ck, man, (yo word up, man) ey’time i come to the studio (yo what the f*ck, b), this sh*t don’t never work, man
yo what the f*ck is the matter with these nig, ya’ll n*ggas call up tone and poke, man (yo 50, i’m tellin’ you, smack the sh*t out this n*gga, man)
tell them n*ggas i said, “man, somebody better fix this f*ckin’ sh*t, i’m not doin’ nothin'” (f*ckin’ time is money, we payin’ for these sessions, 50 smack the sh*t out this n*gga) word to my, f*ck this rap sh*t, man, i’m goin’ home right now, man, i don’t give a f*ck, man
*smack sound* (ohhh) (you know how you do it), (i’ma fix it, yo, chill yo) *smack sound* (ohh, ahhhh)
come on, man, these n*ggas is stupid (i’ma fix it)

[verse 1: 50 cent]
ayo i know n*ggas who sniff coke like bobby and smoke weed like whitney
white b*tches with big implants like britnеy (yeah)
i know soft n*ggas like ma$e, ghеtto n*ggas like case
little n*ggas like shyheim with scars in they face
f*ck a h*rn or a [?] [?], i’m sellin’ the base
i know n*ggas like red and meth, who always high
i know fake gangsta n*ggas like sticky and ja

[interlude: tony yayo & 50 cent]
yeah, these fake ass n*ggas
but yo 50, man
you always shining in the booth, man
could i get time to shine for a minute, nah i mean?
yo son i’ma let you live, son, go head, get yours, tell ’em where you from, n*gga

[verse 2: tony yayo & 50 cent, both]
i’m from the boulevard of broken dreams where guns got infrared scopes, and infrared beams (uh)
where n*ggas sling coke and cutthroat for cream (what?!)
and the dope so raw all the old folks lean (woooh!)
n*ggas i looked up to, i’m lookin’ down on
the broke n*ggas on the block that you clown on
the way we livin’ there ain’t no rules (uh*huh)
that’s why the system build prisons instead of schools
if you ain’t got no guts
you ain’t got no glory (uh*huh)
ya men get manhandle ’cause pressures mandatory
so i spend my spare time with the nine and the mac (yeah)
the three five long’ll push ya hair line back, i got the mind of a og n*gga
givin’ out packs of pc to mini*me n*ggas
i turn innocent chicks to switchblade sisters
and burn down blocks with convicts and k!llers
five hundred cl, got the whole hood hyper
buggy eye sh*t with one windshield wiper, i’m on that next level, man
in my hood i’m real ghetto, man
keep all my hoes in high heel stilettos, man
[verse 3: 50 cent]
i’m from the boulevard of broken dreams ([?])
i’m from the boulevard, boulevard, boulevard, boulevard
i’m from the boulevard of broken dreams where gats got infrared scopes and beams
i ain’t have a jump shot, i had to learn to sling
you could catch me on the block right now, n*gga, doin’ my thing
i call a spade a spade, a h0m* a h0m*
i walk new york dolo, ratchet under my polo
i got that marijuana persona, say whateva i wanna
bring it to any n*gga or b*tch that want drama, n*ggas talk tough
but i dare ’em to come near me, i let off enough shots to sink the f*ckin’ fairy (yeah!)
ds call me by my government name, they know i be dumbin’, shoot up the park, have n*ggas runnin’ like “jesus comin'”
had a wet pillow in prison, i cried in the dark (uh*huh)
flashbacks of innocent kids wet up in the park
i’m a artist, but i don’t draw pictures, i draw guns, my own people don’t play me close, they think i draw ’em on them, one time

[outro: 50 cent]
50 cent
tony, ya*yo, two, time
pull it back, man

- tony yayo lyrics

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