[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
cup Grill in the mouth, big wheels on the bus Where niggaz put it down, and these hoes will fuck You cross that thin line, and you will get touched 1-
(feat. Fat Joe & Tony Sunshine) [Fat Joe] Yeah uhh....... You know what this is..... The fat gangsta!!! [Chorus] [Tony Sunshine] Maybe its the TS chain
no no [Intro - Jay Z] Yea, history in the making, Part 2, it's so crazy right now [Verse 1 - Beyonce] I look and stare so deep in your eyes, I touch
earthy wisdom I'm immersed in millennial bad touch funk may day man with 808 trunk Ghostface tape bump, tooly clutched, Tony Robbins mantra mouth escape
[1st Verse] One for the devil, two for my God Father please forgive me while I rock this broad Tormented I've been lovin' coochie since it was Invented
[Verse 1:] Autotune can die but how do we erase the copy cats Whatever replacing that I bet they all gonna Copy that I can spit sick so tell me why would
2] [Verse 1:] Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '04 But I grew up around impalas and drug lords Welcome to Los Angeles palm trees and drug stores All
[Tony Kakko] 0:25 Number nine out of eleven little littermates Rotten apples, all the way... Littermates, all with different fates... Taught them almost
[Intro:] Matterhorn is all about sex, yeah Who vex, vex A practice what a preach A Fucks me say as me reach So who nah wan fuck All right girl [Chorus
we all still shinin' You average, We floss four karat diamonds Layin' up in the plushes suite Wit the thuggish freaks She love to eat plus bust the heat We touch
(feat. Remy Ma & Tony Sunshine) [Fat Joe] Yeah uhh....... You know what this is..... The fat gangsta!!! [Chorus] [Tony Sunshine] Maybe its the TS chain
this young man ray frustated wiv bein around the way would say "i'm bored" until one day gathered up sum change and in exchange got turntables off tony
Ye and Killa Cam (oh) The world is mine (ooooh) [Cam'Ron] I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+ Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head Cop me And 1
like Tom Donnovich Conglomerate, treat you like Ramadan...honor it (y'all wont eat!) Y'all won't eat, I'm unloading a lobster & pasta Y'all imposters,
some of y'all niggaz Let the glory pass you by But steady wanna pick my brain about the game and ask why And if it wasn't for tony Y'all motherfuckers
it up your nose and ball out of control like Tony Montana house in Atlanta 3-car garage our ghetto superstars was hard young niggas touch a mil-ticket