T.O.N.Y. Letra

Intro: From Iraq to Kuwait word up, Desert Station, regulationCNN, channel 10 once again...wha-wha!Chorus: 2xT-O-N-Y invade N.Y.multiply, kill a cop, me and you,you got beef,I got beefNoriega:Yo niggas tried to shit on me and make history, supposedlyI was the man who was supposed to bethe head of the clicklip sealed, no nigga snitchdo or die, I smoke bogey, sword like shinobishoot up your block and make you know meyou aint ready yet, slow down and recollectstay in the car, I stuff Allah bodysetay yo Allah-u-Akbar, look paw, now I'm setair conditioned cooler system, yo, the tec glistenon a mission, shoot your back out positionfound missing, 2-5 deep in prisonkid listen, die on the cross like a Christianso fuck you, plus your weak religionin disguise, nowdays I cut prizethe invincible, untouchable CNNis boldfaced, written in gold with ink penchannel 10, we break ten, win againkid you on pluto, homo'd outjust like menudofar from the sun, cant feel the shit that I doI stand in front the Judge about to lie, plus I'm high tooChorus 2xCapone:I did it for the love of cash your honortraffickin' across the Verrazano, coke dealin', marijuanaand my persona, glitters in goldunlike them other money getters who stack, turn quitters and foldcash and hydro, eyes lowlooking Phillipine, divide doughand regulate, empire stare caked upraked up a hundred thou, now we all laced upwhat., shining, designer lex pearl liningthe finer wine and, cuisine sitting mastermindin'roundtable climbin to the Top Of New Yorkwon't stop, until we get dropped from New Yorkprice of coke risej snatch my enterprisea million more, rookie cops thinking they livewe survive, game tight like virgin nappyfeds on our back, tracin tracks to murder pappyTragedy:2-5 we on a deadline, read the headlineNoriega blast with ninesmove fakers, get ya back blown in Jamaicalay you in the earth and curse you and your makerI told you fools to stop fuckin with the Maqiarab nazi, blow holes in your Versacethis war's mega, with the arm legga leggabeen doin this, since Mobb Six with Cormegagorilla, animal thugs be trife looking, your hearts tookin'and got blown in Central BookingI'm mad iller, organized thug killernow you little monkey niggas wanna play gorillaofficially, Mousallini, punk he meinsanity, temporarily my pleaand the jakes never worry me as long as I'm freeto my people holdin packs, nuthin less than a Gcrime side of life, foul price to pay illegal life, trigger trife till we old and graywhen the flesh dry up and the world decayreach heaven in a pearly white ACURAybut until then, I'ma shine to the last sinresurrect through the birth of my son, and live againchorus 2x