I started small time, dope game, cocaine Pushin' rocks on the block, I'm never broke mayne I started small time, dope game, cocaine Boy don't test me I'm gettin' tired of teachin' lessons Lil' Troy, a superstar, choppin' rocks on your block Representin' Shortstop Sellin' rocks, oh, see four point gold Shortstop, double platinum sold Tell my momma, she don't have to work no mo' I pay the bills by the flow from the studio And I was out in the game by old players and G's Hollerin' 50 G's, LP's to CD's I started small time, dope game, cocaine So raise up off of me, I'll show 'em I'm a dope man I started small time, dope game, cocaine Boy they're fuckin' with me Troy man I done told 'em I started small time, dope game, cocaine Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game I started small time, dope game, cocaine You try to school me you'll get served, with no regard Uh, uh, excuse me, remember me? And I be swangin' and bangin' biggin' and bangin' with the E and G And as for Yungstar, I've been in the game I've learned the game, I've peeped game now I'm get a 50 a mayne To rollin' riches, the G is licksin', for a 'lil rotation Don't need it for the placement They call me Tyke Ignition', in a blizzard, Shortstop baby They can't fade me, talkin' Mercedes That's how we ride, south side nigga How the fuck you figure? We some H-Town 'bout it type niggaz Leavin' this bitch, sick, three piece pitch, hittin' licks Overseas, overseas, with bricks, trick I started small time, dope game, cocaine Boy don't test me I'm gettin' tired of teachin' lessons I started small time, dope game, cocaine So motherfuck you and that bullshit you stressin' I started small time, dope game, cocaine South Park, night falls, over the streets I started small time, dope game, cocaine Boy they're fuckin' with me Troy man I done told 'em Peep game, peep game, straight 'caine Feelin' five and thirty six, huh, I can't explain in mayne I never use lower, to blow the dope up, to be load up The girls show they ass when I roll up In Benzoes, five double oh, you never knew The trunk fizzo, I carry it on the low, low Like the cheese, from the F E D So I'm back up on the streets, slangin' G's Over the years, I stacked mo' G's than trees grow leaves I've been in the industry, since nine three My so called dogs, haven't paid me no royalties Lord please, south side G's from fo's to three's Cook up ki's, watchin' out for the enemies They can't fuck with me, I'm a Charisma Straight up G, cleaners keep me creased Middle finger to police, Grim Reap meets to slay the beast I started small time, dope game, cocaine So motherfuck you and that bullshit you stressin' I started small time, dope game, cocaine Shit ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp I started small time, dope game, cocaine So watch your back and prepare for the hit man I started small time, dope game, cocaine Pushin' rocks on the block, I'm never broke mayne Get yo' paper, watchin' out for them haters Dressin' up in gators, takin' flights to Vegas Rollin' navigators, on the seven acres I'm a money maker dough baker, bitch breaker Never ever be a faker, try to make a hit like Anita Baker In the rap, in the dope game, tryin' to make some hits mayne Fo' sho', gotta let the people know how the game go Shortstop break a bitch and gotta let the world know Who back with the tracks, I guess I'm the Junior Mack Hell yeah, I'm rollin' 'llac, Shortstop paper stack © SONGS OF UNIVERSAL INC; EMI LONGITUDE MUSIC INC; EMI APRIL MUSIC CANADA LTD; SHORTIE MAN PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com