[talking]
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You motherfuckers, fucking nickel and dime niggaz and shit
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Talkin bout stopping me, how the fuck you gonna stop me
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I started this Short Stop ass shit, nigga I Short Stop
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Every motherfucking body you know dat, huh
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[Lil' Troy]
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What's up y'all, Lil' Troy is back
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The more you try to stop me, the more I stack
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Money, clothes, cars, hoes
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S.U.V.'s, six T.V.'s
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How the fuck did I come up
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Boy mama ain't raise, no dumb punk
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I stepped in the game, flipped my change
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Got the fuck out, 'fore the people came
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But I still got caught, in the cross
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Just got released, from the half way house
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Threw a champaign party for myself
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Paid fifty G's, like I never left
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So bow down, when I come through
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Short Stop Wear, that's my shit too
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Dream about it, I done that
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I'm the first nigga, signed Scarface to a contract
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You might say, I'm ahead of my time
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I did FED, and regular time
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Nickel and dime, niggaz always bumping
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Let me tell y'all motherfuckers something
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[Hook]
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I've been making this money for years
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I've been breaking these hundreds for years
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I've been driving these cars for years
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Making the deals, shifting the gears
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I've been fucking these hoes for years
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I've been buying these clothes for years
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I've been with Pat and them for years
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Making the deals, shifting the gears
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[R-Dis]
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H-Town is the spot, where niggaz get shot
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Hoes sell cock, every block is hot
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Try to take what I got, we gon box
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9 times out of 10, I'ma knock yo motherfucking ass out
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Nigga I'm trained to whoop ass, and count cash
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Can I rock the mic, you god damn right
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But if I got my tool, I'ma drop a fool
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From a distance, I'm not gon fight
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You can make it easy, or you can make it tough
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Why rassle with a nigga, when I can just bust
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My nuts hang, to the flo' like drapes
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Niggaz tripping off my tapes, since 1988
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I make money money, make money money money
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Pretty hoes I trap put down my mack
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Get that cat, from the back
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Gon be like that, until I fall
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I'm with y'all, fuck the laws
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Gots to ball, try to put me on pause
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I'ma bust em, in they motherfucking jaws
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When it comes to paper, I ain't a stranger
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Mark my fucking words, ain't nothing gon change cause
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[Hook]
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[D-Man]
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Guess who jumped in the industry
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With Lil' Troy, niggaz tried to finish me
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'Fore I started, departed
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Now I'm back, as a junior mack to make noise
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Like Too Short, I just can't stay away
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Cause I'm tired of putting shit, on lay-away
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So I gotta get up, and try to make a way
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I feel great, I signed my contract today
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Can you believe, Lil' Troy didn't even
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Want my style, raps, flows, rhymes
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Just my loyalty, so he ended up spoiling me
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I got God with me
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And now I'm as hard as can be, nobody harder than me
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You see through niggaz, just like water to drink
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I'm like Pinocchio, when my flows start to grow
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The big we ego straight
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Now I'm in the game fa sho, who say I ain't no pro
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Who said a making ass nigga, can't go
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Let a nigga know, so I can put it in your face
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And take it on your toe
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Since 9-1, nigga I've been doing this
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Been around the world, airplanes and cruise ships
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Don't cap, even if you could prove the shit
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Trying to get rich quick, by moving hits
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So fuck fame, I'ma sold game
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Make hits get mo' change, but won't change
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I'ma be a star soon, platinumize myself
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And turn it all to a cartoon
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Short Stop is the hardest, Lil' Troy, Bay-B. Doll and R-Dis
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We top notch, we taking over that's a promise bitch
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Wanna know me, look me up under max anonymous
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[Hook x3]
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For Years
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LIL' TROY |