Lil' Troy - Small Time lyrics
rate me
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, SouthSide 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, SouthSide G's from fo's to threes
Cook up ki's, watchin out for the enemies
They can't fuck with me, I'm a ??
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
