Pov City Anthem Freestyle lyrics

by

Tony Yayo



[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Ayo Weezy, G-Mix, man
Smurf, ya'll remember back in the day like '94 '95
Freaky Tah used to, walk around the park with his big ass radio
With a thousand LBs behind him, sh*t was real back then, word up, man
sh*t was real, real, gold tops, blue tops, orange tops
I remember all that sh*t, man
Yeah, for real
Yeah, we got 134 all stars, me, myself, Tony Yayo
Bust this sh*t, yo (Freestyle for us)
Yo

[Verse: Tony Yayo]
I'm like New York plates out of town I'm hot (Uh)
You could see me on ya Boulevard, strip or block
From ratchets or pool, n*gga want you gon' do? (Click)
Cause they can make caskets for big n*ggas too
I treat money like fertilizer
Spread it out and watch it grow
Flashy like Richard Po
n*gga back in thе day n*ggas was dyin' for lyin'
Now a these days n*ggas is payed for rhymin' (Actors)
Rap is likе wrestlin' everything is fake but it's a good pus*y getter and the cash is great
We used to catch cases
Goin' hard for the papers (On 134, n*gga)
Now we lookin' for blowjobs out in Vegas, at the end of my life, I die in my own arms so I hope I see G-Pop's and Fat Sha mom's
Then Kav-O, and matter fact P-Lo
And my man Freaky Tah, why the hell they go?
I'm a hot boy, n*gga, with no tattoos (I'm hot, n*gga)
Have you tied in the lake, taped with tar shoes
We always overcrowd the bar but never overcrowd the car
I leave the crowd layed on tar (Blaat!)
I got a good up and down game in bed (Ask your b*tch, n*gga)
You could ask the dikes, the wife's, hood rats and chicken heads
If ya b*tch wanna see, use the Power Plays
The best protection for babies and AIDS
When I'm trippin' off of Ecstasy
With Tiffany
The condom on my di*k be intensity (Come on!)
Yo I tear backs
With a pack of bare backs
And hide from my wife when back got a scratch (Come on)
I'm that, n*gga and that's your b*tch
sh*t so good she takin' pictures of my di*k, click
See me in the Six, double O, car slow, Henny, mo', good to go
This b*tch is a pro
I rock Stacey Adams (That's Gators if you ain't know, n*gga)
n*gga f*ck food stamps
And roll with football stars like Bruce Branch in a stretch limo
Yo it's all for the ditto
So I'm tryna eat like Hungry Hungry Hippo
I rather, be in the streets than, be in the yard
Give my lawyer 5 Gs now he's on his job
The Ds peep hard
But my bail be a "Get Out Of Jail Free" card, retard
The world ain't sh*t I just live in it
I always think of the sh*t that I did in it
I got no one to trust 'cause friends is fake
And even family members'll set you up for your cake
Like Rich Porter uncle
So be on ya P's and Q's 'cause it could happen on the humble (Use the big words)
I got artistic, integrity, inability, when I use them big words (Your b*tch is on my di*k, I see that) your b*tch be feelin' me
You know the style, walk around with the 40 Cal
Got guns in my house the size of Bow Wow
n*ggas screamin' "murder" (Ya'll ain't no killers) but them things don't pop
You can catch me in Hollis at the Hero shop (Yeah)
Rap and street sh*t, it's all the same
I realize that when 50 snatched Ja's chain (ATL) (b*tch n*gga)
n*ggas tellin' n*ggas, that they want to get at us
Well just tell us, that you want to get at us (You pus*y)
Cause we got pipe bombs and crazy ratchets
And fofo longs with them laser gadgets, you faggots
[Outro: Tony Yayo & Bang Em Smurf]
Word up, man
Tony Yayo the motherf*ckin' greatest in Queens
All ya'll mixtape DJs get it f*ckin' right
Rest in peace to Freaky Tah, I'm back, n*gga, I'm back
Y'all n*ggas thought I fell off for a minute 'cause 50 wasn't here
And my 34 Allst*rs wasn't here for a minute (I'm the f*ckin' greatest, you hear me?)
I'm f*ckin'
Spazzing on all y'all n*ggas, man (Ya'll n*ggas, now who f*ckin' with that?)
Give me a fire extinguisher 'cause I'm f*ckin' hot
f*ck all y'all n*ggas
That's how we comin'
We comin'
We come to see all y'all n*ggas, we the greatest, n*gga (Ya'll n*ggas ain't ready for this sh*t)
Mutt-Lo, Sha-Manteca, Lloyd Banks
50
f*ck (f*ck y'all wanna do, feel me?)
f*ck, man, it's a wrap
G.O.D
Done deal, [?]
Brother Yuss, Beaver
All my n*ggas on the strip
Hold ya head, man
(You can't see the 134 Allst*rs, n*gga)
(After these messages we'll be right back, faggot)
(Don't try)
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