be doing that shit But me...bitch...I'm all about it... Guess what I'm a serial killer, it's a bad habit I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the Silly Rabbit
Johnny Cochran man, I'm tellin' you Gotta get everybody out Chill at home watchin' the Mets I'ma tell Suge Knight to call Big Kap and Funkmaster Flex Tony
you try to pawn the ring and phones and You probably jonzin', gettin' greedy, eatin' at Tony Rhome's and Stuffin' your mouth out with fat pigs, you smokin
this girl by the name of katrina Sexy-ass hoe from the heart of medina 20 years old, tried to control me Had an attitude like a lexus cobe Yo I'm not tony
at least dropper Painted peach-cobbler Want a girl who don't need Prada She could be a damn Reeboker Long as she freak proper I'm only asking for Halle, Janet, Toni
Lil Wayne remix...sh-t is crazy right here (yeahh) Lets GO. [Busta Rhymes] Okay, here comes the great white you little tadpole, my moneys like a fat
And that's what that's about Understand? I wan't cash in hand This shit is real, never phony Don't come short with my money I'll only tell you once Tony
niggas with the 2-23's And all the ballas, playas, and gangstas that run with me My dog Sloop, my nigga Nu-Nu, Tony, Fat, Shorty Wee, Lil Tee, Wild Jack
on a regular Conceal weapons rhyme skill is spectacular Little Nicky got my back, baby bear witness Get past him and you gonna have to deal with Tony
true to this rap My reason for rhyme Because I'm real with this rap My reason for rhyme It ain't all about the cheese Even though fat lp's can make
the g-strings You know what I mean Keeps the shit real live Benz 'round town in a 3-25 Cheques in your coat and float to the arena ? ? ? taps me on the shoulder, tony
get the best of me You know who got it, heavyweight No sacks premium shit Bitches beg mr. tony: you just don't quit! Cash flows to make fat flips since
all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin' Long expensive fuh-flights, up there in the heavens Fat ass royalty checks, fat
, And he brought da loot! Wit' a slap to dare snouts, And a yank on dare manes, He cursed and he shouted, And he called dem by name. "Yo Tony, Yo Frankie
the funk flow, give it up smooth) Is my mothafuckin moto But I see the blue and white suits wanna get me And I'm not goin out like my boy Tony T Bring
little something from the Mack to the Oaktown To the papers who keep putting our names down Short, Short but Funky, Dangerous Dame En Vouge and the Toni
'm a rip 'em, I'm put my teardrop on it Yeah, and rest in peace, and to his mama His dada, I'm paranoid, now (Chorus) [Tony Tone] Sometimes I sit and
like propaine because the flow flames It'll have you look like the cooked version of cocaine I spit crack homie, never been wak homie I'm back homie and I hold weight like I'm fat Tony