PSA (Public Service Announcement) - Big Tony

Grrah nigga Dont add a "K" after my sewe Niggas act fake nowadays Spin thru the sev Trynna catch me a flocka Hop out the V hit him in his mata KD6 Young Boy all you talk (Who that nigga) Like, Eli Gzzz wheres your pops? Catch me an opp imma put em in lock Catch me a Murda imma knock her out (Murda B) Catch me a Kenzo imma knock her out (Kenzo B) Try to run up im callin' the yaya Rah Rah got clapped and nobody gon spin Dont run, Dont trip Ive been dying to click (Grrah, grrah) If i catch me a opp imma up it and flame If i spin yo' block i wont leave a trace (That's PSA) Got a beam so how would i miss? Try to run away im gonna click Spin they block then drop a diss (Grrah)

This is a public service announcement Sponsored by Just blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records Fellow Americans It is with the upmost pride and sincerity that I present this recording As a living testament and recollection of history in the making During our generation Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Hov (Oh) H-to-the-O-V, I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z I guess even back then you can call me C.E.O of the R-O-C, Hov Fresh out the frying pan into the fire I be the, music biz number one supplier Flyer than a piece or paper bearin' my name Got the hottest chick in the game wearin' my chain, thats right, Hov Not D.O.C, but similar to the letters, "No One Can Do it Better" I check cheddar like a food inspector My homie Strict told me, "Dude finish yo' breakfast" So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude With the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this Shoot at you actors like movie directors This ain't a movie, dog (Oh, shit) Now before I finish Let me just say I did not come here to show out I did not come here to impress you Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm gone And I don't care what you think about me But just remember, when it hits the fan, brother Whether it's next year, ten years, twenty years from now You'll never be able to say that these brothers lied to you, jack Ving aint lie, I done came through the block in everything that's fly I'm like Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex I never claimed to have wings on, nigga I get mine By any means on whenever there's a drough Get your umbrellas out because that's when I brainstorm You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game I just rolled the dice trying to get some change And I'd do it twice, ain't no sense in me Lying as if I am a different man And I could blame my environment but There ain't no reason why I be buying expensive chains Hope you don't think users are the only abusers Niggas getting high within the game If you do then, how would you explain? I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins I gotta hustler spirit, nigga period Check at my hat, yo, peep the way I wear it Check at my swag, yo, I walk like a ball player No matter where you go, you are what you are player And you can try to change but that's just the top layer Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here Only God can judge me, so I'm gone Either love me, or leave me alone Now back to our regular scheduled program L'Album Noir, The Black Album

This is Apollo control at 102 hours Into the flight of Apollo 11 It's grown quite, quiet here in mission control A few moments ago, flight director Gene Kranz Requested that everyone sit down Get prepared for events that are coming And he closed with a remark of good luck to all of you 12 minutes now until ignition for powered descent Everything's still looking very good at this point Okay, all flight controllers go no go for powered descent Retro? (go!) Fido? (go!) Guidance? (go!) Control? (go!) TELCOM? (go!) GNC? (go!) ECOM? (go!) Surgeon? (go!) CAPCOM, we're go for powered descent We're off to a good start, play it cool Okay, flight controllers I'm going around the horn Okay! Retro? (go!) FIDO? (go!) Guidance? (go!) Control? (go!) TELCOM? (go!) GNC? (go!) ECOM? (go!) Surgeon? (go!) Retro? (go!) Fido? (go!) Guidance? (go!) Control? (go!) TELCOM? (go!) GNC? (go!) ECOM? (go!) Surgeon? (go!) CAPCOM we're go for landing Okay, everybody let's hang tight look for the landing radar 75 feet down a half Bravo 12:02 alarm 60 seconds We're, we're go on that flight We're go on that alarm? 30 feet down two and a half It's, if it doesn't recur we'll be go! 30 seconds 12.01 12.01 Roger 12.01 alarm 12.01 alarm Same type we're go flight Okay, we're go We've had shutdown Houston, uh Tranquility base here, The Eagle has landed Okay, keep the chatter down in this room T-one standby for T-one Stay no stay all flight controllers Retro? (stay!) Fido? (stay!) Guidance? (stay!) Control? (stay!) TELCOM? (stay!) GNC? (stay!) ECOM? (stay!) Surgeon? (stay!) Retro? (go!) Fido? (go!) Guidance? (go!) Control? (go!) TELCOM? (go!) GNC? (go!) ECOM? (go!) Surgeon? (go!) Retro? (go!) Apollo? (go!) Guidance? (go!) Control?(go!) Retro? (go!) Fido? (go!) Guidance? (go!) Go! Go! Go! Go!

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