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Tony Yayo - Tiger Blood lyrics
[feat. Uncle Murda & Lucky Don]
 [Tony Yayo:]
 From brownsville to southside jamiaca queens
 Luck what's good nigga
 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 ass 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 niggas 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'l 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 nigga I don't care who in the car with em
 Real nigga shit 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 rebayTony Yayo - Tiger Blood - http://motolyrics.com/tony-yayo/tiger-blood-lyrics.html
 He told me just make sure his moms and his seed good
 Nigga as long as I'm straight they gon be good
 Corporate niggaz don't understand shit like that
 My street niggaz love when I write shit like that
 My fully loaded calico put niggaz in they place
 When I check niggaz 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 fuck out my face
 I'm a real nigga nigga 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 niggaz
 Champion hoody no jokin like nigga what's goodie
 Some niggaz use ta see me and boogie
 Fast forward son they still do
 I ain't a use to get busy nigga I still do
 Them other niggas just bark niggaz I will chew
 And let a nigga just rot there, mildew
 I keep the smiths around me, nigga like will do
 Blank blank period nigga I kill you
 Kill you
[Chorus x2]








