: [Intro: Tone] Hawk, who goes yonder? It is I, sire, Tone from Brooklyn Well speak up man, what is it? News from the east, sire The best of both
fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face
Chanel lookin real, airbrushed nails Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent (so fine..) To see a prophecy, your ebony tone is lockin
Capone Roam in your own zone Get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We go it sewn The firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone face it Homicide cases
Fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone Get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We go it sewn The firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone face it
Now that's real to a brother like me baby Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight aight And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a fat ass crib
, nigga?} Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey [Streetlife] How bout that, ten years plus in the rap game And still getting cream like a fat cat Plus
real to a brother like me baby Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a fat ass crib with thousands
face painted They said (Gangsta) ???? is so (Gangsta) But I really ain't (Gangsta) I need to come up wit a (Gangsta) Scritch the scratch the nigga fat tone
'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.. Riot maker Hop in a mosh pit fa sho! You push, you shove, you get elbowed! Back on cuz this for Fat Tone and
re already many less calories fat After tick tock twenty-two seconds of that We're already many less calories fat -And that's a fact. Trim you We're gonna tone
: I don't wanna wear that It only makes me look fat Time to tone my thighs-- gotta lose another size, yeah! What a way to wanna be Exfoliate--look great
diamonds I like khakis and Air Force Ones Gangsters in the hood with them air force guns We poppin them tags, our pockets fat We fin' to put the world
Some niggaz is better left alone I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on And ain't no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone Ain't
for their financial need a facial I'll change the skin tone in the inner racial After I'm done, you might have a little pouch tone Nothin' my scaple can
shit So I take a bitch and stick a fat knife in her clit, watch her twit My bricks turn to stone Cause I love to hear a motherfucker scream in a scare tone
to call her Miss America I aint gon lie now Ericka is a dog but to the that magnolia nigga she done fucked em all, (Slim!) Speakin of slim, the f is for Fat
shit, nigga you ain't on shit It's Young Mula baby lose ya mind on every song bitch I'm in that cherry tone six I'm with a cherry tone bitch And she got