barrio DPZ, Tony Touch, all up in ya audio You touch one, yo, you touch all And if you with U.S.A. then mothafuck y'all [Chorus] My people, my people
Verse 1 I hate the mornings cause I know what they bring You get up and take a shower and in no time, you're leaving It sounds so selfish but I cant
needs a superman here I am Verse 1: Mo' chedda Mo' betta you already know girl I'm a go getta Fresh to the T like whatever Had to put you Fuck it all
of me And she wont let go Verse 1:Cristion D'OR You and me girl see we can have it all Us against the world middle finger to 'em all We can buy
All my niggaz get together to gather loot Bodyguard for what dog, I'd rather shoot I go to war old timbs batted boots Hand grenade goggles and a parachute Y'all
that world. I don't give a fuck who you be You ain't finna sell no fuckin' furl in that 1-2-3 You can be tony montana in this bitch with a boatload of
them 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
' do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear it aint considered a crim unless they catch you We all die 1 day... Obie Trice: Niggas
[Tony Yayo] Yeah! You riding with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins, here we go! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Niggaz, know
me locked Doing night rides just make a pit stop at Bluffers Park We can do it all then we did it all had a ball Going out for dinner with
- 2X] [Break - 2X] [Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] Auto-Tune could die but how do we erase the copycats? (how?) Whatever replacin that, I bet they all gonna
[Verse 1:] Breezy I can't pick Tony's trust no more (no more) That's when he lost was messin up my flow (my flow) Steady hand cuffin, frontin and stuntin
s up, shrap! Commisioner gordon rock on Tony touch y'all rock on Kid capri yeah rock on Dj kenny coffin yo rock on Verse 1: In 199-sess, krs is in his
(uhh uhh) Like hammer can't touch us, automatic workers No showstop always get in for the realer Y'all deadmeat, clock the dollar billa I said "y'all
this young man, Ray Frustrated wiv bein' around the way would say, "I'm bored" Until one day gathered up some change And in exchange got turntables off Tony
how to play the field, rocking the act vigor Trigger in you clutches Remembering the time you thought of doing niggas Spoke about the dutches New style every month from Tony Touches
to all the non-believin back stabbin stakes on my jock y'all can't fade us cause it's 97 booya NANA representin every day all day throw all the past away
Yeah (x7) [Dan Talevski: Verse 1] Baby (baby) Lately I've been thinking about you and it's driving me crazy (crazy) cause I just wanna give you all this
