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Okay Tony, to me
See those two guys there?
Those are the Brothers
They got the biggest of mixtapes
From New all the way to Tucson, Arizona
You anything, don't fuck with them Tony
They stick you underneath the fucking ground

Aiy, hey fuck the Diaz Brothers,
I those motherfuckers
Who the is the Diaz Brothers?
You come and step to me? Hey, you

If you know
(If you)
(Wanna know)
A little story, the two
Well, let me tell you we're the Diaz bitch

And we doin' just for you, yo yo
(What?)
Said we doin' just for you, uh uh
(What?)
we doin' it
Yeah, we it

Well, it's the rap Tito Fuente, de frente
Represent my people, 'ju know mi
Yeah, all day para siempre
Diaz Brothers, stay
Hot to death, me and Wop rock the set

B.K. to B.X. lockin' it
(Yeah)
All y'all other be poppin' shit
But we come around the way I do the opposite
What's the deal with all that
On the y'all need to stop jockin' we
KRS-One, here's, "My Philosophy"

Settin' it off, with my
If it ain't over, it's to be
And it sure ain't nuttin' stoppin' me
Sangalo, Toca,
Criminal, tremendo escandalo,

Okay Tony, you're too far now
These will kill you
cut off your fuckin' testicles
And shove it up your ass

Fuck that, come on, you want a
You fuckin' Pain in Da Ass
You're wit' the best motherfucker
I'll stick fuckin' head up ju' fuckin ass
Then I'll molest fuckin' kids, fuck you

Yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo
On some Prodigy shit, chain drop to my
No chokers, exotic swingin' like Sosa
At the Copa, with Tone Toca, of sob-ah
Lots of and Coca Cola
Blend tape hoe glock blowers

Heavyweight holders, got every state up
broke? Nah, pockets Al Roker
Budget like Trinidad and De La
September 18th, Mixtape walk up in the ring
Grey minks, turntables hangin' on

Poli' with chinks, the main attraction, Wally's pink
matchin', thug fashion, Thug Passion
Compliments of Don King, a Don thing
Fuck a drink, still schemein' on charm King
Chill son, put away the toast, make a
To the most, Puerto Rican, "Rae' and Ghost"

Wop and Tone leavin' the hoes alone
And all the hoes never leavin' US
And Wop and Tone never the chrome at home
In case we gotta put up in your dome

Take fuckin' shit
You why the fuckin' people love me?
'Cause I'm fuckin'
I tell you the fuck's on my mind, okay?

Okay, it's the Return of the
Now tell me who the said I
bring it to any boriqua tierras
From L.A. to N.Y. on the red eye
Toca, it down on the M-I

(The M.O.)
to be, "Listen to My Demo"
All dem vogue now with no
I do a show, have my dinero
I'm to all you pendejos

Yo, yo yo
My rhymes get spit a gajo
My nines get the with the hollows
carat chips in my Movado
Doo Wop, half Cubano

Who six and used to have the milano
Who got your main chain at the Apollo
Eric B. and Rakim would, "Follow, the Leader"
Many got my dick swallowed at the Fever
By any black or Pediqua, Maria, Chiniqua

Had 'em all player, 'em and played 'em
You loved 'em and 'em
Gave 'em an
about that kid Wop, I hate him
So cut him off or I'ma him
Brother, you're

You come and to me? Hey, fuck you
Those guys they fuckin' too much
All concerned about is fuckin' pussy and drinking
The booze, and the
I got guys fuckin' soft, man
They can't fuck me
I'll bury those fuckin'
Fuck you motherfucker, I don't give a