will have you caught up in some real bitch shit mane, Can't hold water, keep his nose stuffed with powder, Talkin bout abe and fat tone fuck with out
Stack A Dolla is a old ass man, in a young ass body, Which is sayin...Fat Tone gotta ego, you know what im sayin trick, Im Fat Tone, but im slash OG
Bountys. They Got The Wrong Man. Thats What I Told'em When They Found Me. Slammed Me Down On The Mathafukin Ground Talkin Bout "Fat Tone, We Got Yo Fat
she call ya, ask that tramp whassup And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone And call me when
since that day I began to pack a mutha- fucking gun we weren't not sleeping when I was about my scratch I had to had that fat sack to make my pockets fat
brave as the little toaster Cocaine and some baking soda I'm crack next up to bat Griffy junior to these losers No ones fucking with the stats Pupils fat
Pepe Le Pew Tryina get 'em from the bar to my fuckin' bedroom Asshole rap I'm a douchebag still Drinkin' like a pirate Bootstrap Bill Brain fucked up on these two fat
skunk It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps We sip lots of liq' shots It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I kickboxed with
mouth stay shut or get slapped with the metal Big fat rats get fried like porkchops for snitching Get your ass hung like a wall clock It's Tone Stark,
the ceiling Cookin' me fried fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits While she doin' this, the bitch still slidin' on lipstick Now I got the fat stomach
, with two razors Bet ya'll didn't know I had a fake arm, I lost it, Wild in war, before rap, I was gettin' it on Choke a fat nigga out in like forty
t ask me, for food, I ain't ask you Cut through the bullshit, you can just pass the pool And ya fat friend you brought, she can crash too But if ya stomach
Bartenders know me big spenders, gave us those monster drinks Sent us ? and cigars that stink Playing them oldie but goodie classics, them honies had fat
I did 'em up Them bricks I send 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up For that now stick 'em up Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up Worth millions still
's Blow his diamonds in Z-No's, spicey, verses is jalapeno Best to leave, when I'm in the big Escalade, I'm sittin' on Dino Tone Stark, a poet's art,
Chanel sweatpants, she thick She love her some pussy, don't really give a fuck about dick That's when I got the call, yo Tone come to the shop Some fire
ways of killing without dealing a mob Well so have I [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, come on, what's the deal? [Ghostface Killah:] Yo, pockets is fat
shirts (uhh) I got a T-shirt tuck under my T-shirt Better watch yo fuckin' tone man (uhh) Cuz U know Gucci keep a tone man [Hook] Uhhh... (Thanks to
