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89.5 project bounce radio freestyle - young tony lyrics

[introduction: host, young tony]

switch the beat up, let’s keep it moving!
uh, heh, aha aha ah
yeah (alright)
young tony (young tony)
deep pockets, yo (deep pockets)
yeah, yo yo

[verse 1]

young tony packs like abs
i stay strapped for them cats who act like f*gs
one false move from a dude and it’s doomsday
this sidekick on my hip ain’t a two*way
no tricks, this ain’t april fools day
i tell you “i shot ya” like ll cool j
and every tuesday, a body get dumped
only real gangtas pray for (?) in the trunk
’cause this one been here, deceased for a month
steppin’ in the (?) and it smell like skunk
so don’t think tony won’t put a mac to ya*
leave ya back in my acura, stinkin’
keepya beef on wax
in the street, my gats are rubber against your grill likе (?)
hang for the body, and spray like axe
young tonе’s a blow to still let the (?)
and who says crime won’t get no chips?
i squeeze like nestle, n*ggas better learn quick
you didn’t catch me ’cause my n*ggas didn’t snitch
i pop like pepsi, make you n*ggas turn b*tch
i got beef like jason and freddy
but that fistfight sh*t is just making my sweaty
one sec, and all it takes to get ready
cl!ck*clack, turn your face to confetti, get back
one shot, your whole clique’s ghost
young tone, i’m holding the toast
but i ain’t got a pop
gun (?) now he holdin’ his nose
the only clip he’s got is home in his roach
(?) thirty (?)
run up in your district and spray like pam
shots burn n*ggas in they face like pans
make drug dealers lose weight like cam
i pop like soda, bring beef if you want
n*gga, my block got soldiers
tony sells rock like hova
so when i (?) cold cuts, it’s not my cola
after these two keys, i’ll cop my rover
re*up my four keys and drop my rover
if a n*gga run up in my spot, he’s loca
got two arms pokin’ out my top like oprah
deep pockets, n*gga
oh my god, stop, stop
let me say this, that might have to be one of the best verses i’ve ever heard in my f*ckin’ life

i say “clack*clack, reload”, clack clack, reload

[verse 2]

let me about a (?)
when we roll up, n*ggas look like they havin’ heart attacks
’cause we all got a mask like czars(?) is back
leave you with nothing, make n*ggas start from scratch
it’s deep pockets n*gga, we all got cash
ain’t a problem with beef, we all got gats
and i ain’t doin’ anything at all but rap
’til these cribs got pools, and the walls got plaques
but sh*t changed since the kid got busy
moved to saga(?) brought the whole block with me
then we holla at dealers who drop sticky
ran up in they crib, yeah they got not quickly
we takin’ over, what’s yours is mine now
what’s mine is mine man, it’s time you find out
it’s funny how quick n*ggas switch when nine’s out
b*tch n*ggas hit the floor like chips
i’m a gangster, i’ll show you, no problemo
pop off, same ol’, same ol’, no problemo
clean the barrel of my gun with draino
stray shots will have you n*ggas running back like (?)
watch out when the thangs go
sh*lls (?) my gats will slouch your back like rainbows
and any n*ggas want beef, let’s tango
i’m like rambo, roll with guns and camo
night vision goggles, lots of ammo
rubber grips for my handles, i’m young soprano
and don’t think that the kid is missing
i got laser (?) precision with pinpoint vision
scopes and bananas
dawg my scope is bananas
form long rage i’ll open your man up
run up in your crib with rope and bandanas
gag you up and tie both of your hands up
heh, young tony is a nuisance
spraying, laying n*ggas out like blueprints
hanging out the hooptie, eyes on my enemy
i’m banging out the hooptie, “pop”, “pop”
gangsta, gangsta, turning n*ggas over
tripple x holsters they got bigger than oprah
tv screen made this young buck troublesome
fake motherf*ckers get stuck up like bubblegum
all them handling them keys like valets
and my coke keep fiends on they toes like ballet
(?) and gifted, once i give a sh*t, man i (?)
bag it up hit the block, ya picture(?)
i gotta give back, to the hood that raise me
and made me crazy, at the same time paid me
taught a little n*gga how to hustle full time
that’s why i treat my grind like a nine to five
deep pockets n*gga, young tony!
[verse 3]

yo
yeah
haters, they keep talking man
we gave them a chance, but haters keep talking man
they open their mouth too often man
time to put them in a coffin man, yeah
y’all don’t want beef jack
when we roll up like fruit snacks, you’re gonna be asking for your t**th back
you ain’t thuigs, you jsut speak that
give them roller*skates, mills on wheels, dawg we eat that
and ya’ll don’t want me to (?)
i’ll show up on your strip with osama’s clique
haliband, we got bombs and whips
catching rats that swerve, drive inside and arm them quick
wonder why your boy call in sick?
’cause he knew we were coming, from now on we call him “b*tch”
(?) better call ya clique
twelve n*ggas (?), yo check it
holy, yeah, holy guacamole
young tony copped a 40r and pop you phonies
burberry mittens, no prints and no weapons
everybody’s getting hit with the wessen
everybody better get with the steppin’
’cause yo, we don’t play man, straight, you
free jay and tek man
young tony
[verse 4]

since the last time i came on the radio
n*ggas been foaming up, and talking sh*t
but when it come to beef, they ain’t showing up
those n*ggas is all talk, they don’t want to walk the walk
same kind of kids(?) i picked up when i was growing up
but what do i gotta battle y’all for?
soon as i’m caked up, i’ll take all y’all jobs
just imagine, you can plant my (?)
hit the (?) and spick and span my floors
i got chores for all y’all boys
wash the lanudry, you can clean my drawers
yeah, i treat n*ggas like slaves
twelve hour days makin’ minimum wage, but
**
**
**
ayo the game’s like a ball of crack
if the bullsh*t keeps on rolling, i’m falling back
to those days you were bang on the wall of rap
with the grimy (?) and the (?) cats
feel the rush when i puff, roll me a dutch
as far as toronto rap, tony’s a crutch
y’all n*ggas keep falling, but i’ll hold y’all up
followin’ my tracks, a home’s got a buzz
i do what i does, ’cause i’m hot
y’all n*ggas doing shoulder shrugs ’cause y’all not
you n*ggas (?) your homie’s boosted
your boys don’t feel (?) in what you’re doing
keep your friends close, enemies near you
i keep them close like them things in a rearview
(laugh) f*ck
**
**
**
yo, yo, hold up, yo
(?) skipping on me man
yeah
check
yeah
tony, the name sound familiar, don’t it?
put it in your rap song if you really want it
call me out on tracks, n*gga i dare you
next time you see me, i’ll be driving in your rearview
with the gun, wavin’ it to scare you
don’t worry about your car, (?) hairdo
young tony’s beast, controlling the streets
three deep rolling with (?)
yeah, you better hold in that speech
’cause jp’s(?) will out a hole in that beak, i never told you to speak
you know your hoe been a freak
tell me how she gonna explain the hole in ya cheek
***
yo, hold up
yo
yo my gats overweight, but my clips in shape
only time you use heat is when you fix your case
put a vest on, see if i hit your face
you’ll be seeing iv’s like a sixer’s game
and y’all don’t want to get rowdy
’cause when i get rowdy, it’s one shot cl!ck*pow, in ya clique’s outie
put the heat to your brain
if you speak on my name, don’t think beef is a game, uh

[verse 5]

check
check
deep pockets
yuh
yo
young t gotta crazy team
a hard grind and a crazy scheme
a fast time to make crazy c.r.e.a.m
full clip, rubber clip with a laser beam
’cause on the block i got crazy fiends
and i gotta stash rocks in my (?) jeans
handle beef like a navy team
two shots’ll make your lady scream
and call the cops up
make her reach for her jesus piece
you’ll need a real good priest, like a kc chiefs
the cops’ll have to bring out mops
a whole lot of (?)
lots of febreeze
’cause i ain’t really down for that scuffle sh*t
i put work out, smuggle hustle, flip
f*ck around, you’ll get left in a duffel, zipped
wrinkled up in a bag like ruffles chips
uh, yeah, ayo
who wanna f*ck with dr. doom?
come on, the graveyard got lots of room
a 900x optic zoom
cops’ll have to clean the block with a mop and broom
and with a scope like this, you’ll get hit from a far place
and i’mma take a lot of shots like its par eight
walk with a rifle within a guitar case
before you know it, you’ll be knocking at the lord’s gates
and i don’t care if you got the whole town with you
talk sh*t, i hit you with a four pound pistol
hit you so hard i probably fall down with you
’til doctors got to sew down tissue
i told you
i work with weight like oprah
and when it come to coca, i stretch like yoga
yeah, squeeze on these n*ggas like boas

- young tony lyrics

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