Return of The Diaz Bros

Okay Tony, listen to me See those two guys over there? Those are the Diaz Brothers They got the biggest distribution of mixtapes From New York all the way to Tucson, Arizona You know anything, don't f**k with them Tony They will stick you underneath the f**king ground Aiy, hey f**k the Diaz Brothers, huh? I bury those motherf**kers Who the f**k is the Diaz Brothers? You come and step to me? Hey, f**k you If you wanna know (If you) (Wanna know) A little story, about the two Well, let me tell you we're the Diaz Brothers bitch And we doin' this just for you, yo yo (What?) Said we doin' this just for you, uh uh (What?) Said we doin' it Yeah, we doin' it Well, it's the rap Tito Fuente, mirame de frente Represent my people, 'ju know mi gente Yeah, everyday all day para siempre Diaz Brothers, stay caliente Hot to death, when me and Wop rock the set B.K. to B.X. straight lockin' it (Yeah) All y'all other DJ's be poppin' shit But when we come around the way I do the opposite What's the deal with all that hypocrisy? On the real y'all need to stop jockin' we Like KRS-One, here's, "My Philosophy" Settin' it off, with my monopoly If it ain't over, it's about to be And it damn sure ain't nuttin' stoppin' me Sangalo, Toca, cantalo Criminal, tremendo escandalo, what? Okay Tony, you're going too far now These motherf**kers will kill you They'll cut off your f**kin' testicles And shove it up your f**kin' a*s f**k that, come on, you want a war? You f**kin' wit' Pain in Da a*s You're f**kin' wit' the best motherf**ker I'll stick your f**kin' head up ju' f**kin a*s Then I'll molest your f**kin' kids, f**k you Yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo On some Prodigy shit, chain drop to my d**k No chokers, exotic shit swingin' like Sosa At the Copa, with Tone Toca, opposite of sob-ah Lots of Henny-lo and Coca Cola Blend tape hoe glock tre-eight blowers Heavyweight holders, got every state sewed up Niggaz broke? Nah, pockets Al Roker Budget like Trinidad and De La Hoya September 18th, Mixtape Kingz walk up in the ring Grey minks, turntables hangin' on links Poli' with chinks, the main attraction, Wally's dyed pink Shirt matchin', thug fashion, Thug Pa*sion Compliments of Don King, it's a Don thing f**k a drink, still schemein' on that charm King Chill son, put away the toast, make a toast To the hated most, Puerto Rican, "Rae' and Ghost" Wop and Tone never leavin' the hoes alone And all the hoes never leavin' US alone And Wop and Tone never leavin' the chrome at home In case we gotta put four up in your dome Take this f**kin' shit You know why the f**kin' people love me? 'Cause I'm f**kin' real I tell you what the f**k's on my mind, okay? Okay, it's the Return of the Jedi Now tell me who the hell said I Couldn't bring it to any boriqua tierras From L.A. back to N.Y. on the red eye Toca, holdin' it down on the M-I (The M.O.) Used to be, "Listen to My Demo" All dem vogue now with no problemo Before I do a show, have my dinero I'm talkin' to all you pendejos Yo, yo yo My rhymes get spit like a gajo My nines get the clips with the hollows Five carat chips in my Movado Doo Wop, spic half Cubano Who copped six and used to have the milano Who got your main chain vicked at the Apollo Where Eric B. and Rakim would, "Follow, the Leader" Many nights got my d**k swallowed at the Fever By any white black or Pediqua, Maria, Chiniqua Had 'em all player, f**ked 'em and played 'em You loved 'em and date 'em Gave 'em an ultimatum Talk about that kid Wop, I hate him So cut him off or I'ma blaze him Brother, you're soft You come and step to me? Hey, f**k you Those guys they f**kin' talk too much All they concerned about is f**kin' pus*y and drinking The booze, and the coochie I got those guys f**kin' soft, man They can't f**k with me I'll bury those f**kin' cock-a-roaches f**k you motherf**ker, I don't give a f**k