T.O.N.Y. lyrics

Artist  : Noreaga 
Song : T.O.N.Y.
 


Intro:
From Iraq to Kuwait word up, Desert
Station, regulation
CNN, channel 10 once
again...wha-wha!

Chorus: 2x
T-O-N-Y
invade N.Y.
multiply, kill a cop,
me and
you,
you got beef, I got
beef

Noriega:

Yo niggas tried to
shit on me and make history, supposedly
I was
the man who was supposed to be
the head of the
click
lip sealed, no nigga snitch
do or
die, I smoke bogey, sword like shinobi
shoot
up your block and make you know me
you aint
ready yet, slow down and recollect
stay in the
car, I stuff Allah bodyset
ay yo
Allah-u-Akbar, look paw, now I'm set
air
conditioned cooler system, yo, the tec
glisten
on a mission, shoot your back out
position
found missing, 2-5 deep in
prison
kid listen, die on the cross like a
Christian
so fuck you, plus your weak
religion
in disguise, nowdays I cut
prize
the invincible, untouchable CNN
is
boldfaced, written in gold with ink
pen
channel 10, we break ten, win again
kid
you on pluto, homo'd out just like menudo
far
from the sun, cant feel the shit that I do
I
stand in front the Judge about to lie, plus I'm
high too

Chorus 2x

Capone:

I
did it for the love of cash your
honor
traffickin' across the Verrazano, coke
dealin', marijuana
and my persona, glitters in
gold
unlike them other money getters who
stack, turn quitters and fold
cash and hydro,
eyes low
looking Phillipine, divide
dough
and regulate, empire stare caked
up
raked up a hundred thou, now we all laced
up
what., shining, designer lex pearl
lining
the finer wine and, cuisine sitting
mastermindin'
roundtable climbin to the Top Of
New York
won't stop, until we get dropped from
New York
price of coke rise
j snatch my
enterprise
a million more, rookie cops
thinking they live
we survive, game tight like
virgin nappy
feds on our back, tracin tracks
to murder pappy

Tragedy:

2-5 we on
a deadline, read the headline
Noriega blast
with nines
move fakers, get ya back blown in
Jamaica
lay you in the earth and curse you and
your maker
I told you fools to stop fuckin
with the Maqi
arab nazi, blow holes in your
Versace
this war's mega, with the arm legga
legga
been doin this, since Mobb Six with
Cormega
gorilla, animal thugs be trife
looking, your hearts tookin'
and got blown in
Central Booking
I'm mad iller, organized thug
killer
now you little monkey niggas wanna play
gorilla
officially, Mousallini, punk he
me
insanity, temporarily my plea
and the
jakes never worry me as long as I'm free
to my
people holdin packs, nuthin less than a
G
crime side of life, foul price to
pay
illegal life, trigger trife till we old
and gray
when the flesh dry up and the world
decay
reach heaven in a pearly white
ACURAy
but until then, I'ma shine to the last
sin
resurrect through the birth of my son, and
live again

chorus 2x