G-s*** Lyrics - Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon - Tony Yayo

[Tony Yayo] 

Yeah, yeah (c'mon!) 

These rich sluts love me like I'm Morris Chestnutt 

They hit me on the 2-way, beggin to link up 

My wrist is blinged up, canary and blue 

For them project chicks, that be actin new 

I got 3 trucks, 2 Coupes, all in a month 

Blowin hundreds in Northern Light, stuffin the blunt 

Catch a stunt in the drop Lambo 

My P.O. think he Rambo, but I'm still holdin on that ammo 

Everybody rat now, spittin on the beat tapes 

Dirtball niggaz, can't even pee straight 

My mansion shit, moved in the West wing 

You broke-ass niggaz couldn't buy a chicken wing 

Stop it money, I'm out for the profit money 

And that advance that you got, be my pocket money 

Yeah my transporter's cute but got a real flat chest 

Put a brick in her bra she a 36 F 

[Chorus: Tony Yayo] 

You got diesel on your strip, that's that G shit 

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit 

You got your bitch movin bricks, that's that G shit 

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit 

You takin out of town trips, that's that G shit 

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit 

You catchin fishscale flips, that's that G shit 

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit 

[Tony Yayo - singing like Suzanne Vega's song "Tom's Diner"] 

I was slingin, on the corner 

Seen this fiend I, ran up on her 

She was lookin, kinda hungry 

So I gave her, five 20's 

When she handed, me the money 

Man the money was marked 

Here come the NARC's, do doo doo 

[Tony Yayo] 

Duckin the D's, runnin the P's 

Tossin my cheese, man I got these hoes on they knees 

Yo my coke is Snow White and my workers the 7 Dwarves 

I got what you need homey hard or soft 

Man, I drop bombs like Hiroshima 

I got the heroin cut, with the bomb bonita 

Task force got me hemmed up, facin the wall 

Cause I'm up in the mornin slingin wake-up calls 

Dimes and 20's, don't you know, time is money 

I done slept in spots straight supplyin junkies 

[Chorus] 

[Tony Yayo] 

What'chu know about, measuring spoons bags and scales 

My hood's a goldmine but it's hot as hell 

There's money to make, I scuff my Timbs runnin from Jake 

And got knocked with my ratchet, jumpin the gate 

Listen I been had the fishscale, and the white butter 

Since Heavy D was known as the "Overweight Lover" (believe me!) 

Sling that D, sling that coke 

Sling that meth, 'til your spot is hot death 

Yo D's kicked my door for the search and seizure 

My moms dropped to the floor, and she caught a seizure 

I got 4 workers, and 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]