Lil` Troy For Years Lyrics

For Years Lyrics

f/ D-Man, R-Dis



(*talking*)

You motherfuckers, fucking nickel and dime niggaz and shit

Talkin bout stopping me, how the fuck you gonna stop me

I started this Short Stop ass shit, nigga I Short Stop

Every motherfucking body you know dat, huh



[Lil' Troy]

What's up y'all, Lil' Troy is back

The more you try to stop me, the more I stack

Money, clothes, cars, hoes

S.U.V.'s, six T.V.'s

How the fuck did I come up

Boy mama ain't raise, no dumb punk

I stepped in the game, flipped my change

Got the fuck out, 'fore the people came

But I still got caught, in the cross

Just got released, from the half way house

Threw a champaign party for myself

Paid fifty G's, like I never left

So bow down, when I come through

Short Stop Wear, that's my shit too

Dream about it, I done that

I'm the first nigga, signed Scarface to a contract

You might say, I'm ahead of my time

I did FED, and regular time

Nickel and dime, niggaz always bumping

Let me tell y'all motherfuckers something



[Hook]

I've been making this money for years

I've been breaking these hundreds for years

I've been driving these cars for years

Making the deals, shifting the gears

I've been fucking these hoes for years

I've been buying these clothes for years

I've been with Pat and them for years

Making the deals, shifting the gears



[R-Dis]

H-Town is the spot, where niggaz get shot

Hoes sell cock, every block is hot

Try to take what I got, we gon box

9 times out of 10, I'ma knock yo motherfucking ass out

Nigga I'm trained to whoop ass, and count cash

Can I rock the mic, you god damn right

But if I got my tool, I'ma drop a fool

From a distance, I'm not gon fight

You can make it easy, or you can make it tough

Why rassle with a nigga, when I can just bust

My nuts hang, to the flo' like drapes

Niggaz tripping off my tapes, since 1988

I make money money, make money money money

Pretty hoes I trap put down my mack

Get that cat, from the back

Gon be like that, until I fall

I'm with y'all, fuck the laws

Gots to ball, try to put me on pause

I'ma bust em, in they motherfucking jaws

When it comes to paper, I ain't a stranger

Mark my fucking words, ain't nothing gon change cause



[Hook]



[D-Man]

Guess who jumped in the industry

With Lil' Troy, niggaz tried to finish me

'Fore I started, departed

Now I'm back, as a junior mack to make noise

Like Too Short, I just can't stay away

Cause I'm tired of putting shit, on lay-away

So I gotta get up, and try to make a way

I feel great, I signed my contract today

Can you believe, Lil' Troy didn't even

Want my style, raps, flows, rhymes

Just my loyalty, so he ended up spoiling me

I got God with me

And now I'm as hard as can be, nobody harder than me

You see through niggaz, just like water to drink

I'm like Pinocchio, when my flows start to grow

The big we ego straight

Now I'm in the game fa sho, who say I ain't no pro

Who said a making ass nigga, can't go

Let a nigga know, so I can put it in your face

And take it on your toe

Since 9-1, nigga I've been doing this

Been around the world, airplanes and cruise ships

Don't cap, even if you could prove the shit

Trying to get rich quick, by moving hits

So fuck fame, I'ma sold game

Make hits get mo' change, but won't change

I'ma be a star soon, platinumize myself

And turn it all to a cartoon

Short Stop is the hardest, Lil' Troy, Bay-B. Doll and R-Dis

We top notch, we taking over that's a promise bitch

Wanna know me, look me up under max anonymous



[Hook - 3x]