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[Verse 1: Troy
You ain't never counted paper 'til your hurt
You never had to make do wit' bum work
Shit ain't comin' back, you get
It's a job in these streets, shit is
My 'migo got in the city mud
Back the wall and I need a plug
Flew the fam to the (-) the Heat
I had twenty grams just last week
Shit stopped comin', keep comin' 'round
Holdin' on my last bird, 'bout to break it
Charged you higher out of ten, then I went in
Phone blowin' up, the homies ask how lookin'
You if I had the work
I wouldn't you to sell it, you fuckin' jerk
You gettin' mad, talkin' out of frustration
In the game, six figures can turn to nothin'
Damn, I'm hot, dog
The fork on the Masi grill up grot, dog
Bought a house (-)
In the presidential, me go to the top, dog
Troy Ave]
Man, I got that
I done came on nothin' to floor
niggas be hatin', I Just be like, 'So?'
I never get mad, I get that door
If the get bad, then I let that go
2: Jadakiss]
You do it cause you have to, I do it I could
And is all factual, I do it for the hood
the four, cop and go
Cause these drugs are for sale, they are not for
Keep a eye on the monitors and the doors
No comprende unless 'bout lots of dough
They love it, still want it, the block is still haunted
Turbo in the garage, the cover is on it
One hundred by 9AM, it's a ill mornin'
A nigga lookin' good, the bitches is on him
Money, power, respect
Al-Qaeda is how I got the connect
If that paper ain't right, they put the K to your
Give your family a visit, they send baby a threat
A lil' deeper than the repurcussions on the
But that all bein' said, is you or not?

[Verse 3:
I don't get mad, I get dough, I get and get low
Everybody wit' me good, my bitch bad as shit
You get gas, you seco, we whip ass, we
It gets bad and slow, we really with the shits, bro
your cap for it, (-)
When I'm hungry, I eat myself, Snickers
I got to eat a nigga catch a attitude, (-)
Fuck sandwiches, I want the and dip
Whips are quick, Contours, grips the hip
I (-), at least a hundred grand to
They put me on a for twenty, I'm a wanted man
Son of Sam, I was in '77
The a late-night Slurpee, She 7/11
Yeah, the family, so you gotta it
I'm a boss, so I got it