Troy Ave - Do Me No Favors lyrics

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Ft. Fabolous & Jadakiss

(Verse: Troy Ave)

You ain't neva count bacon till you're done savin'

You ain't neva had to make due with bum weather

Shit ain't comin' back, you get delirious

It's a drought in the streets, the shit is serious

My migo got locks and it's in the mud

Back against the wall and I need a plug

Blew the fan, Teddy Yams, Claire vs. Denique

I had 20.000 pounds just last week

Shit's out coming, bills keep comin' round

Holdin' on my last bird, bout to break it down

Showed ya higher outta ten, then I went and _____(?) me

Phone blowin', all the homies as how it's lookin'

Ya think if I had the work I wouldn't call you to sell it?

You fuckin' jerk! Stud gettin' mad, talkin' outta frustration

In the game six figures could easily turn to napalm

Damn, I'm hot, dawg, the fork on a Mazi grill pickin' the rot door

Pull the White House in for plots, dawg

And the presidential, watch me go to the top, dawg

(Hook)

Man, I got that glow

I done came on nothin' on my muthafuckin' flow

Couple niggas be hatin', I just be like so?

I don't ever get mad, I just keep that dough

If the shit get bad, then I let that go

(Verse 2: Jadakiss)

Yeah, you do it cuz you had to, I do it cuz I could

And this is all factual, I do it for the hood

Cop the 4, cop and go, cuz all these drugs are for sale

They are not for show, I'll keep an eye on the monitors and lock the door

No comprede unless it's bout lots of dough

Bitches love it, they still want it

Yeah, block still on it

Turbo in the garage, the cover is still on it

100 bundles by 9 am 's an ill morning

That nigga looking good, the bitches is still on him

Haha, money, power, mega respect

The Al'Queda's high, got the Montega connects

If that paper ain't right, they put the k to yo neck

And pay yo family a visit, they send yo baby a threat

A lil deeper than the repercussions on the block

With all that bein' said, is you hustlin' or not?

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Fabolous)

I don't get mad, I get dough

I get bags and get low

Errbody with me good, my bitch bad as shit tho

You get gas, you sicko

We whip ass, we Clitstones

It gets bad, our shit's slow

You really with the shits, bro

Twist ya cat for it, kinda sick what the thirst do

When I'm hungry I ain't myself, sneaker commercial

I gotta eat, before a nigga catch an attitude

And start lookin' at the game like it's platter food

Fuck sandwiches, i want the chips and dip

Whips equipped, contour seats, grips to hip

A 63 talk, at least 100 grand to understand it

Put me on a flier for 20, I'm a wanted man

Some are sayn. I was born in 77

The bitch a late night slurry, she 7-11

Yeah, the family, so you gotta luv it

I'm the boss, so I got it covered

(Hook)