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letra de goldeneye - fat tony & tom cruz

[fat tony]
face the odds, shake ’em off
i take hard times and i make ’em soft
you f-ckin with a n-gga that done paid the cost and made the boss realize what a n-gga like
when the uniform gets taken off, i slaved and fought through all the fog
and now i’m here with all my dawgs and it’s all my fault
and to think i once thought it all was lost
now we taking off on vacations, lofts, got a couple locations i made my mark
for the sake of art, let’s just say i’m smart and knew how to do this sh-t from the day i start
since i was a little teen, had a little dream
all to be a king, bada bing, now i’m in the ring
got the gloves on, hold up, let me touch on
a few things a n-gga bring when he in the zone
got the flow and the rap that compliment the track
the best beats, n-gga please don’t debate that
at the shows the hoes wave, i wave back
you n-ggas is old news like a wave cap
while i’m newer than a new born babe at a hospital with a little sterile face mask
and a proud pop staring at him through the plate gl-ss
i’m the chosen guy, the goldeneye

[tom cruz]
now let me tell you how it’s gonna be
you see these girls right here in the front row in front of me?
one of them gon’ have a son for me, because they think i be
the type of n-gga that drink for free
and they right though
you wanna know what’s going on with me?
i’m chillin’, i’m alright, ho
i couldn’t be better in the morning in my cosby sweater reading the neighborhood newsletter
and they talkin’ ’bout politricks, they’re not interested in hip hop and who’s better
obviously that’s me, though i don’t work for free this sh-t kind of fun to me
and these n-ggas kinda under me
they ain’t pros to me, actually they’re like hoes to me
and sometimes i wonder if under their hosiery, these n-ggas got ovaries
that’s beside the point, right now i’m now i’m beside a point right where i wanna be
i’m not donell jones, i’m more like sean connery of this motherf-ckin’ genre, b
so you should honor me
don’t worry about how sandra all up under me in heat tryna beat, man
i never tell a lie so i told ’em why, b-tch, i’m the goldeneye

- fat tony tom cruz

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