T.O.N.Y. (Top of New York)

Capone-N-Noreaga & Tragedy Khadafi - Rap, USA
T.O.N.Y. (Top of New York)
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Lyrics
[Intro: Noreaga] From Iraq to Kuwait, word up That's the station – regulation CNN, Channel 10, once again... wha-wha! (Word up!) [Chorus: CNN] T.O.N.Y., invade N.Y. – multiply Kill a cop – me and you, you got beef, I got beef T.O.N.Y., invade N.Y. – multiply Kill a cop – me and you, you got beef, I got beef [Verse 1: Noreaga] Yo, niggas tried to shit on me, and make history, supposedly I was the man who was supposed to be The head of the clique, lips sealed, no nigga snitch ¿Como ta? I smoke bogey, sword like Shinobi Shoot up your block, to make you know me You ain't ready yet, slow down and recollect Stay in the car, Astaghfirullah body set Ayo, Allahu Akbar – look, pa, 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 a cross like a Christian So fuck you, plus your weak religion In disguise, nowadays, I cut pies The invincible, untouchable C-N-N It's boldface, written in gold with ink pen Channel 10, we break ten, win again Kid, you on Pluto, homo'ed out just like Menudo Far from the sun, can't feel the shit that I do I stand in front the judge–about to lie, plus I'm high too [Chorus: CNN] T.O.N.Y., invade N.Y. – multiply Kill a cop – me and you, you got beef, I got beef T.O.N.Y., invade N.Y. – multiply Kill a cop – me and you, you got beef, I got beef [Verse 2: Capone] I did it for the love of cash, Your Honor Traffickin' across the Verrazano, coke and the marijuana See, my persona–glitters in gold Unlike them other money-getters who stack, turn quitters, and fold Cash and hydro; eyes low, lookin' Philippine, divide doj' Regulate, Empire State, caked up Raked up a hundred thou', now we all laced up (What?) Shining, designer Lex, pearl lining The finer wine and–cuisine, sitting masterminding Round table climbing to the Top Of New York Won't stop, 'til we get dropped on New York Price of coke rise, Jake snatch my enterprise (What?!) A million more, rookie cops thinking they live We survive, game tight like virgin nappy Feds on our back, tracin' tracks to murder papi [Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi] 2-5 be on a deadline, read the headline: "Noreaga Blast With Nine" Move-fakers, get your back blown in Jamaica Lay you in the Earth, and curse you and your maker I told you fools to stop fucking with the Mahdi Arab nazi, blow holes in your Versace This war's mega, with the Arm-Legga-Legga Been doin' this, since Mark Six with Cormega Gorilla, animal thugs, we trife lookin' Your heart's tooken, and got blown to Central Booking Yo – I'm lat illa, organized thug killer Now you little monkey niggas wanna play gorilla Officially, Mussolini, pump heme Insanity – temporarily, my plea And the jakes never worry me, as long as I'm free For my niggas holding packs, nothing less than a G Crime side of life, foul price to pay Illegal life, trigger trife 'til we old and gray When the flesh dry up and this world decay Reach Heaven in the pearly white Acurá Until then, I'ma shine 'til the last sin Resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again [Chorus] T.O.N.Y., invade N.Y., multiply Kill a cop, me and you. you got beef, I got beef T.O.N.Y., invade N.Y., multiply Kill a cop, me and you, you got beef, I got beef [Outro: Capone] Invade N.Y.... Invade N.Y.... Invade N.Y....
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Credits
- Writers
- Nashiem Myrick
- Carlos “6 July” Broady
- N.O.R.E.
- Capone
- Tragedy Khadafi