Troy Ave - Prize Fighter lyrics

rate me

feat. BSB Dope Boyz

[Intro]

Man, fuck the conscience man

I can pay no bills with no motherfucking conscience man

I sell my conscience for 10 dollars nigga

10 motherfuckin dollars nigga

You’re fuckin bout no conscience nigga

I used to be hiding for bitches with long hair

Til I found out it was wigs that they wear

I used to think mad of these niggas is so real

But they don’t do shit when they homies get killed

Nigga we the killers see me in chinchilla

See me guaranteed in your bitch if I fill heer

A known drug dealer, foreign 4 wheelers

Your ho got a ... but she don’t fuck with us

That’s a fact, stay black, stay strapped

Huey P Newton and the P stand for pack

Keep it G nigga, I keep the keys nigga

We toss some shit out, man play flee flicker

Dope game, swag got em propane

It blew my head off but I’m no Cobain

I do got the heavy metal on my hip

Meddle in my money and I’m scheduling your tip

Motherfucker!

Fresh up out the crack spot

Dealing mad guap, block about to get hot

Play around and get shot

Really need no hip hop, glock like a white hook

Pound like the hay maker

Adding up this paper to assimilate the may weathers

BS babies chase cheddar

Niggas get your face wet up

Pound pair of rituals

Always keep it hardcore, give these streets encore

Selling crack on call, right up in your building

Nigga I’m from Tilden, taking no prisoners

Any street sister, chop it down in Koshington

I ain’t even playing Jack, roamin with your fuckin queen

Just cuz I’m the fuckin king acing out your fuckin team

I’m a product of my environment

I could tell you I ain’t getting money but you could take a look

It’s no denying it

Keep your wall stories, I ain’t interested in buying it

I’d rather pay for the comfort for you to go and lye in it

If it ain’t about big money then hold your thoughts

I’m too busy turnin this paper chase into a sport

Runnin laps around these little niggas, no remorse

Fast break, 3 to 1, I’m pulling up half chord

I’m like Jordan at the buzzer, Kobe at the line

LeBron through the lane, Reggie Miller at touch time

Ballin on these niggas, I’m the rookie of the year

I’m fuckin her first night, you’ve been chasin her all year

It’s the YSL smellin, hard denims sagging

Pornstar swag, my life sponsored by Magnum

Fuck em then I pass em, I’m leavin em in the siss

Pick em then I roll one, I’m pleasing yo bitch

6 stacks on the bench like I play for the Knicks

But the logo on the credit reads New York bricks

UG lay back, killin on some New York shit

But I flip and admit it nigga, New York quit bitch.