Released on 2003

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[Intro]

Yeah, ain't nothing man

Niggas, niggas just should have paid me my stacks, man

You know what I mean? These niggas sending me tracks

And they tryin' 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, straight up

Cock suckers fucking with me

Yeah, yo, this what happens when niggas send me shit

And don't pay me my fucking money


[Chorus]

Ayo, Pretty Tony should have got his dough

We was rhymin through the brooms and street, when eight years old

Take us back to eighty eight, you couldn't catch our flow

A group of kids, so original, you heard?

Come on, Pretty Tony should have 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


[Verse]

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 (Uh)

Floor you like Dyu Ku Kim, I'm loo-looing

Hoola hoop on bitches, cuckoo for brand new pins

Cut master killer, make sure we cut classics

Buck bastards in broadday and tuck caskets

Next to Uday and Qusay, hopped in the coupe, shoot the P.A (Word)

And just lay, whoopty, whoopty

Use to loose spaldings, and snatch a dude's toupee

Since tuning in, to T-La Rock and A.J

Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed like a glass of O.J

Girls you can go cruisin in my O'Jay


[Chorus]

Uh-huh, Pretty Tony should have 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?

Come on, Pretty Tony should have got his dough

We was rhymin through the brooms and street, when eight years old

Take us back to eighty eight, you couldn't catch our flow

A group of kids, so original