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Tony Yayo Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon

up 'Cause I'm a drama setter Yeah, nigga thank you, Marshall, no problem We don't stop, save the best for the last Talk of New York, thoughts of a Predicate Felon

one lookout for the jux'ers A mac in the garbage and a mac in the bushes This is drug dealer rap, a mean 16 I'm Tony Yayo, I'm a hustler's dream [Chorus

my flo Baby, I'm waiting on your mail, here come the CO Ma' it's Tony Yayo, girl, I'm bound to blow I can't wait to come home and preform a show Get

my style, hoes scream my name It's Tony Yayo, a cats scowl in the game See niggas wanna kill me like sindy in scream But I pack the Mac-Nilly wit a inferred

cut the small talk, you know why I approached you I can't stand when a dime act anti-social Gucci LipGloss, Louis Vuitton And the boots from Batego Vanetto cost a arm Yayo's a

when it comes to these bitches They do what I say an' obey all my wishes Wash all my clothes an' clean dirty dishes I turn a sweet bitch to a switchblade

is in the jaws of defeat then these haters wana kill me 'cause my dreams is reality the sig with the beam will cause a fatality just caught a case but it's a

The feds got a hit when I'm makin' my next sale, I'm hot 645 drop fresh off the lot Stash hold a mac with a fridge in the back I'm that bad bad wolf

Everybody got a nena, everybody got a vest New York City is the arena of death Yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard Seeing more D's than a