| Word. |
| word.
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| T-t-t-tiggidy-tell 'em what to do money
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| True. |
| true.
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| Yeah.
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| No holdin back, when it’s time to attack
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| Like Saddam Hussein — you’re wack and insane (word)
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| And I’ma crack your brain like an egg-ah
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| and make ya beg, for mercy
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| Cause this is raw as raw gets
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| Take off the jeans and put on the sweats
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| and get loose, this ain’t a gimmick or a trick
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| Step in my path and I’ma break that stick
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| with the quickness — cause Tony don’t play that
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| Get the fuck out my face or I’ma spray that mug
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| and you’ll say why’d I bug
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| As you tried to sweep the dirt, under the rug
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| But ask the question, why is he buggin, why is he trippin?
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| But little did he know that that was poison he was sippin
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| And you can drink it dowwwwn
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| then (what?) You won’t be around
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| So long live the posse the one and only
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| Who’s the phony? |
| That other Tony
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| You can’t stab me I got eyes in my back.
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| . |
| cause Tony don’t play that
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| Tony don’t play that
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| Tony don’t play that
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| Tony don’t play that
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| Tony don’t play that, and here’s a reason to play dis
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| It’s (??) all the shit on your playlist
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| with all this tooth fairy, twinkletoes, Peter Pan rap
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| It sounds good to hear somebody snap.
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| . |
| once in a while, y’knowhatI’msayin? |
| I mean flip it up switch it up Or if not — you might as well give it up But don’t be an indian giver
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| And try to relive the past cause all you had
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| was a sliver of a piece of cake, you couldn’t even partake
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| Sittin there sayin to yourself you can make
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| a comeback, but you was never in the front
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| In my estimations you was never in the hunt
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| You wasn’t in the thick of it, you couldn’t stick with it so quit it (I quit!) Done did it from the jump start, I kept tellin you you was wack (word)
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| And Tony don’t play that
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| Tony ain’t.
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| My name ain’t Paco and I ain’t eatin no taco
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| So don’t come up to me talkin, «Alright Rocko»
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| Cause damn — I said I know who I am So you don’t have to remind me everytime you shake my hand
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| Point blank, understand, don’t you think I noticed?
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| There’s a mirror in my room, that would clearly show this
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| I have 20/20 vision and my vision’s never blurry
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| Don’t worry — what are you in a hurry?
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| Or waitin for a call from Fiji
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| My name ain’t Luigi, I’m not at your car with a squeegee
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| Or all at your feet with a cup talkin WHATTUP
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| or beggin — like some young punk
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| Cause I’m definitely in this, and very very generous
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| But on the other hand YOU, you’re penniless
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| Pity this? |
| Hell no, I get rid of this
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| And take it to your mom and she said, «Look what you did to this!»
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| What did I do to him; |
| you oughta be glad I took him home
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| He can’t even walk, because I broke nearly every bone
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| But besides the point, be thankful that he’s back.
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| . |
| cause Tony don’t play that
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| Tony don’t play that, word |