Ghostface Killah - Tony's Money lyrics

Yeah, ain't nothing man
Niggas, niggas just should of
Paid me my stacks, man
You know whatimean
These niggas sending me tracks
And ain't try'nna not to pay the kid, man
But fuck that, fuck 'em
I don't give what producers - who produced
What i'm deading niggas on they tracks, what
Cock suckers fucking with me yeah, yo
This what happens when niggas send me shit
And don't pay me my fucking money

Aiyo (come on) , Pretty Toney should of got his dough
We was rhymin through the brooms and street
With eight years old
Take us back to eighty eight
You couldn't catch our flow
A group of kids, so original (you heard?)

Tony 'Tana with big hammers, for bad manners
Who got 'em
We kiss cannons for Scrams and his crew
And his wack dancers
Biting is forbidden, pa, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at
Us funny, come on, boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman
Chased by a group of men
With dynomites, real Hip-Hop'll do you in
Floor you like Dyu Ku Kim, I'm loo-looing
Hoola hoop on bitches
Cuckoo for brand new pins
Cut Masta Killa, make sure we cut classics
Buck bastards in broadday and tuck caskets
Next to Uday and Qusay, hopped in the coupe
Shoot the PA
And just lay, whooptie, whooptay
Use to loose spaldings
And snatch a dude's toupee
Since tuning in, to T-La Rock and AJ
Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed like
A glass of OJ
Girls you can go cruisin in my O'Jay