Lyrics:
Take them one by one just like them bitches Pringles
Heard he lost it all and then he got it back
All them folks a tell that's why I got attacked
I'm
talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Prim'
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man
But I'm ready to let it fly
Speak your mind and you'll be heard
Alright, if Troy wants to be a singer then I'm coming clean!
I play
sensation
But I'm ready to let it fly
Haverok& Havercsajok:
Speak your mind and you'll be heard
Deszkás gyerek(beszélve):
Alright, if Troy
weight, hold me down like a cinder block
Bass boomin but I'm usually acapella
Any beat I turn on my jack the rippa
Seems like that it was never enough
Keep
going down, I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of C-J Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See
I'm sayin?
Cory: Yessir
Troy: Then get the hell out of my face
And get on down to that A&P
I think it's funny you know me
Left me with no knowing
of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was
that God's there for them
This is how the world will
Know that you're His
And by the way that you will love and forgive
I'm strong and I feel weak
I'm
lil' Anti havin' funds
Man down, man down, I want everybody dead
Play around, play around, and he gon' get hit in his head
Geekin' off these meds, I'm
they just gone be geek for more
Know that it's STE take me a trip and I'm gone down to jersey the shore
How many times I gotta tell these niggas nobody
it all by myself, I did it all by myself
All by myself
I did it all by myself
I knew that you niggaz won’t help
No I don’t need any friends
I’m all
Corners
And all the spots in Beantown where niggas carry burners
But I was more turned on by the microphone
So one cold morning, I left home
Next I'm
Cause I am the fucking boy
Hierarchies of pain
I come to end their reign
I bring a war like Troy
They call me the fucking boy
I want to tear down this
put on a funky track. And bring those good times, let’s bring those good times back.
“Bring Those Good Times Back” Written by Troy Harrington and Brian
You Troy, I'ma come on the rhythm
With a little communism
Chick-a chick-a I'm
Chick-a chick-a on
Chick-a chick-a my
My, own shit
Like
pastors drive in a 4 door Audi
While I'm out here struggling for 4 slices of bread for my 4 children
I pay my dews I'm in church every Sunday
Hoping things
a Rich Man.
Bridge:
Gonna get me some money, Gonna get me some money,
Gonna get me some money, money, money.
“If I Was A Rich Man” Written by Troy
the seeking
If you scared to get up in that water nigga
Don't even come to the deep end
Fleeto feeling like a pastor
When I'm on these tracks a young nigga
from heat seekers
Lovin' the bleed feature while the people tell me that I need Jesus!
Talk about, judgement
Speakin' to me with the people I'm
knock the gram from out your mouth
Look, I'm up when the sun down
I'll sleep when my heart don't pound
I'm off the ground you couldn't fuck with my
Shakur
Fuck the police, no we ain't fuckin' with Al Pastor
I'm the bastard that mastered the flow, I said it once before fa sho
While 6ix produce
the best
Macy gon' lay the track and Archie come to do the rest
Step in the way, multiple shots are goin through your chest
You must have thought Pastor
You see me diggin' in my gold
I'm a ghetto bastard and when I'm smokin' on 'dro
I get the munchies directly after
I made doe by offing hoes in
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