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Okay Tony, to me
See those two guys over
Those are the Diaz
They got the distribution of mixtapes
From New all the way to Tucson, Arizona
You know anything, don't fuck with Tony
will stick you underneath the fucking ground

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

If you wanna
(If you)
(Wanna know)
A story, about the two
Well, let me tell you we're the Brothers bitch

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

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

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

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

Tony, you're going too far now
These motherfuckers kill you
They'll cut off fuckin' testicles
And shove it up your ass

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

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

holders, got every state sewed up
Niggaz Nah, pockets Al Roker
Budget like Trinidad and De La
September 18th, Mixtape Kingz walk up in the
Grey minks, turntables on links

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

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

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

Okay, it's the Return of the
Now me who the hell said I
Couldn't bring it to any tierras
L.A. back to N.Y. on the red eye
Toca, holdin' it on the M-I

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

Yo, yo yo
My get spit like a gajo
My nines get the clips with the
Five chips in my Movado
Doo Wop, spic half

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

Had 'em all player, fucked 'em and 'em
You loved 'em and 'em
'em an ultimatum
Talk about that kid Wop, I him
So cut him off or blaze him
Brother, you're

You and step 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 with me
I'll bury those fuckin'
Fuck you motherfucker, I don't a fuck