TONY YAYO - Southside To Far Rock lyrics

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[Talking: Tony Yayo]

Yea from southside to far rock

Rest in peace to Stack Bundles

It's the unit

[Repeat]

[Stack Bundles:]

Nigga 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 nigga ass 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 niggaz all sheep

These hollowtips I'll pop lock on a nigga

And for ya fake ass chain I'll go pawn 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 niggaz in them projects if yayo's on that killer shit

Dat hollow gram grey glock tucked in that chinchilla shit

My lil niggaz hungry like yay let me book sumthin

Fuck books I need work let me cook sumthin

Kelly pushing hennessy wash away the pain

I'll leave a nigga 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 niggaz marked bitches the 60 with the automatic

Start make the pussy fart on small bitches

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 mass 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 shit 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 nigga to taddle one

They heard I hand balls 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]