Tony Yayo - Tiger Blood lyrics

[Tony Yayo:] From brownsville to southside jamiaca queens Luck what's good n***a Top fyfe Yea [Tony Yayo:] Punky bags of the hash, stashbox hold the heat I light 4 up and randall puts on a beat Is this money good green or bad venom Fans love michael vick when his a** winning I'm everything you hate lord please repent em Semi auto and a nice damn full extension And I'm found of them hood rats I hit the bail bondsman my lil n***as worth that A.a 12 break your arm tryna twerk that 6 feet deep tuck you in for a dirt nap My dumb dumb arsenal I'll rip of parts of you British millitary bullets blow all in you It's hot, sunny days with the skekan Ak bullets in a handgun a man down son [Chorus x2:] [Tony Yayo:] 4 5th il leave ya man down Man up [Uncle Murda:] Play around till your man down Stand up [Uncle Murda:] Shoot that n***a I don't care who in the car with em Real n***a sh** I don't care if his moms with em They think they got me, I'm laughin at the d.a My man taking all the murder charges like rebay He told me just make sure his moms and his seed good n***a as long as I'm straight they gon be good Corporate n***az don't understand sh** like that My street n***az love when I write sh** like that My fully loaded calico put n***az in they place When I check n***az I be puttin bullets in they face Yea it's black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow tape The crime scene gettin investigated by the jake We don't tell on ourselves to save the first 48 Officer wheres my lawyer get the f** out my face I'm a real n***a n***a I don't know how to be fake I go harder than b howard when I'm in the paint Brooklyn [Chorus x2] [Lucky Don:] I just started son I bein in the loop No college still bangin with duke, ya get me Come on let's bang off the roof, ya with it That was our childish days Brownsville born to child my rage Who grow up and found fouler ways No father figures, I'm 13 and I'm jumpin outta cars with n***az Champion hoody no jokin like n***a what's goodie Some n***az use ta see me and boogie Fast forward son they still do I ain't a use to get busy n***a I still do Them other n***as just bark n***az I will chew And let a n***a just rot there, mildew I keep the smiths around me, n***a like will do Blank blank period n***a I k** you k** you [Chorus x2]