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letra de southside to far rock - tony yayo

[talking: tony yayo]
yea from southside to far rock
rest in peace to stack bundles
it’s the unit
[repeat]

[stack bundles:]
n-gg- from far rock to southside
hit em in his face so in nother words snuff died
i’m nice with a knife like a latin king
carve a n-gg- -ss up nice then i’m in the bing
i got my war paint on dog who want beef
i move with guerillas and wolves ya n-gg-z all sheep
these hollowtips i’ll pop lock on a n-gg-
and for ya fake -ss chain i’ll go p-wn it

[riot squad:]
lil man’s let em know it’s jeezy
big enough i’ll give em a little pain like teenie
you know were far rock movers
yo yayo hit fif we got far rock shooters
the rap game quiet, diet drama dark season
now it’s a reason for the riot
s s s s squad up n-gg- ya heard that
now put your teeth and mouth where the curb at

[chorus: riot squad]
bad wolves move in silence
respect 2 things that’s money and violence
g-unit riot gang go head and run up trust me n-gg- they do bang
they won’t get 1 up on me
best believe i got something on me
so if you run up on me
that’s the end of the story

[tony yayo:]
ask dem n-gg-z in them projects if yayo’s on that killer sh-t
dat hollow gram grey glock tucked in that chinchilla sh-t
my lil n-gg-z hungry like yay let me book sumthin
f-ck books i need work let me cook sumthin
kelly pushing hennessy wash away the pain
i’ll leave a n-gg- washed up if he run up on my range
i got that aim, the glock gotta beam
my swag make haters wanna see me in a bing
i get that strap tight, homie i get right
aim for your chest cavity and your windpipe
you n-gg-z marked b-tches the 60 with the automatic
start make the p-ssy fart on small b-tches
and denny ones, i got mini guns
baby glocks and beef brocks boy i got many guns
i use and abuse em, then i throw em to the wolves
and i cause m-ss confusion

[chorus]

[riot squad:]
listen it’s 2 guns, 3 parolles we all guilty
i get knocked my clean record is filthy
go against the rich slangin wool on the tapes
for the sh-t that’s on your wrist that resemble a jake
if it’s once and they fake so i don’t see crystal
i bet you everythings coming out this pistol
pull the thing out, one wing out
give you something to sing bout
new york know how i mob em
come to the club so a rapper can get robbed
i’m in deep in avalon (dipset byrdgang)
g-unit dumbouts riding like the saddles on
call the jakes i’m the n-gg- to taddle one
they heard i hand b-lls like there pat alongs
and my young boys all got there pedal on
we can hold court in the street with no settle on

[chorus]

- tony yayo

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