Pen to Pad - Big Tony

This is the Willy Master D-Life As we set it off with my man's A Tribe Called Quest And uhh, we got to do it like this baby We got to do it like that baby We got the good shit not the bullshit, yanahmean? Ha hah We 'bout to count it down, we 'bout to count it off It goes a one, two, three, ahh Malik we gettin' back into that shit again And when we rhyme, brothers need to break they pens, uh oh It's the love movement never ends The rap game'll never be the same again We came again Here I come again, you feelin' fine? The Dawg is like a overflowin' rhyme from mind Usually mess with shorties whose a 8 or 9 Shorty bump around to the bass-line F keeps a burner on the waist-line That cat's trickin' off, I ain't wastin' mine You feel the uniqueness, you seekin' this? And when we do it, we be freakin' this Don't even front, you know you feelin' this My shade is borderin' around licorice Enjoyin' this tune, glad you playin' it Aiyyo Phife, what's the hook? Here we sayin' it, sayin' it, sayin' it My pad and my pen The beat and the blend The party won't end Just keep your [incomprehensible] buildin' with friends, yo My pad and my pen The beat and the blend The party won't end Just keep your [incomprehensible] buildin' with friends, yo We're down for life with one destiny It seems that the devil keeps testin' me Got the illest part of the recipe You tell your homegirl to stop stressin' me Undressin' me is the part you really like Brothers hold the cracks now they holdin' mics The cusses you get [incomprehensible] up the steady rights Marauders, we did that shit at midnight, aah right I love it when my honeydip be slobbin' me Don't take it personal, it's just comedy My comedy completely turned to tragedy I sense some of these rappers still be mad at me Sweatin' her because of her anatomy When I bang you it'll be assault and battery Don't make me discombobulate your microphone Talkin' trash will only get you freakin' head, flown Uhh, buy 'em out the box, never faulty ones Get in that ass like karate son My outlook on life, sometimes it's lookin' grim We manage a smile, sometimes we slip it in My Tribe be worldwide like the Nike swoosh Emcees be soundin' moist like vagina juice The top of the world, we pursuin' it Don't worry about a thing 'cause we doin' it, doin' it, doin' it My pad and my pen The beat and the blend The party won't end Just keep your [incomprehensible] buildin' with friends, yo My pad and my pen My beat and my blend The party won't end Just keep your [incomprehensible] buildin' with friends, yo My pad and my pen The beat and the blend The party won't end Just keep your [incomprehensible] buildin' with friends, yo My pad and my pen The beat and the blend The party won't end Just keep your [incomprehensible] buildin' with friends, yo That's the way we do, come on, that's the way we do It's the nigga D-Life with TCQ That's the way we rock and the beat won't stop Got to blow it up for the top Didn't think you know how to rock

Okay, say hello to my little friend Sosa Diego Voglio morire in vasca come Tony Montana Ma pieno d'oro addosso in piazza nella fontana Metto la fede al dito solamente alla strada Voglio una moglie del Sud impicciata con la mala Voglio morire in vasca come Tony Montana Ma pieno d'oro addosso in piazza nella fontana Metto la fede al dito solamente alla strada Voglio una moglie del Sud impicciata con la mala Sia Tony che Sosa, sia cruda che cotta (Sosa) La faccia è pulita, la fedina è sporca (Grr) Passamontagna in faccia, padelle in ogni stanza Rapina a mano armata, il giudice mi chiama Shqiptari nel mio team, non parlo con baby G Faccio reati in strada e poi confesso sopra al beat Mercedes targa slava, ho due cannoni in casa Duе aquile sul petto, mio cugino è di Tirana Hotel a cinquе stelle con due sister, okay Porto sempre la pistola come un killer, okay Cento chili e non parlo di fitness, okay Roma centro è ancora il mio business, okay Voglio morire in vasca come Tony Montana Ma pieno d'oro addosso in piazza nella fontana Metto la fede al dito solamente alla strada Voglio una moglie del Sud impicciata con la mala Voglio morire in vasca come Tony Montana Ma pieno d'oro addosso in piazza nella fontana Metto la fede al dito solamente alla strada (It's Gucci, it's Gucci) Voglio una moglie del Sud impicciata con la mala I'm Tony Montana of East Atlanta Put 4s on the Rolls and 6s on the Panthom I'm like Scarface of the ghetto, I just signed Big Scarr (Scarr) My goons rolling cali kush up in a cuban cigar My sicko warriors are loco and they go too far Pull up, shoot a McLaren with the doors ajar If you ain't tryna be like Tony then what you hustlin' for Soon as I'm in Medellín with Sosa, now is bricks in the car, wow (It's Gucci) Hotel a cinque stelle con due sister, okay Porto sempre la pistola come un killer, okay Cento chili e non parlo di fitness, okay Roma centro è ancora il mio business, okay Voglio morire in vasca come Tony Montana Ma pieno d'oro addosso in piazza nella fontana Metto la fede al dito solamente alla strada Voglio una moglie del Sud impicciata con la mala Voglio morire in vasca come Tony Montana Ma pieno d'oro addosso in piazza nella fontana Metto la fede al dito solamente alla strada Voglio una moglie del Sud impicciata con la mala