1.Ain't No Luv
2.Another Head Put To Rest
Back in effect!
Dig it
Comin back, i'm too large, i'm widdit
Come test me, you wanna get scarred, back in effect
That means that ac' is comin hard
And you're regrettin that you tried to pull his card
I start to sweat, when mc's get out of hand
And i don't let you amateurs get on the stand
I just go get johnny b the right-hand man
And watch em jet, when the action takes a stand
I'm on the set in other words, i'm in effect
Grab your cassettes, hit your rewinds, and your ejects
Tell your friends that ac' is back and ？ as death
Another head put to rest
'when you wanna step to me i think you should know that..' -＞
kane
'i am a nightmare walkin, psychopath talkin..' -＞ ？
'action!'
I go for broke, so why would you waste time
Here comes an einstein, bringin the bassline
Boy you're a sad case, still wanna test mine？
Yeah this is brad's race, and here comes the next rhyme
You shoulda thought, before you stepped into
The center square, now i'm gonna bend you
You shoulda broke out, right after when you
Had the chance, so let me continue
I've got rhymes that can go on forever put em in mines and
combine
And make em clever, irritatin the most minds
Aiyyo money, it's toast time, let us compare
Who's got the dope rhymes？
I take it as it comes, i got the gall
I couldn't fake it, so who's the one you call
To rock a party, and you know that ac' won't stall
Pass me the 40, i'm back in effect y'all
And step, and give the man some respect
You guessed, another head put to rest
'when you wanna step to me i think you should know that..' -＞
kane
'this is how it should be done..' -＞ rakim
'action!'
Back, comin back like a crackfiend
Strong, i leave a mark like a vaccine
Stop, you comin off on a wack scene
You're steppin on ac's green
Move, up close, to the animal
Not a vegetarian, i'm more like a cannibal
I'm comin hard, i'm comin hard, you can't stop the press
Ac' is a madman and i'm grabbin hostages
Flow, at will, stand at attention
Now go, no more plottin and no mo' bitchin
Ac' is a man, who's gonna get off
Whassup？ step off
I heard your rhymes, and nevertheless
I never fess, and i'm back to progress
I yell whassup？ put you to a test
Another head put to rest
'when you wanna step to me i think you should know that..' -＞
kane
'b. is on the cut..' -＞ rakin
As you sit, in your crib just imaginin
How to make up a jam that just hasn't been
Used, by the ac' kid now that's a laugh
It's over, on the level, stack up the trash
Pause, and let me break it down the way
I want to break it, and see how it sounds too
I couldn't fake it, cause ac' ain't around to play
I couldn't take it, now h-town is bound to pay
Bet, the man tried to hold me back
Now sweat, you couldn't control the ac'
Go get, upset cause i told the facts
You'll jet, cause here comes a load of wax
I cool, on the scene i'm in the spotlight
A fool, tried to test me then i got hype
I taught school, told them to take a hike
Grab the mic, psych, that jam is too hot right
I prove, to all you punks just like willie d
Ooooh, don't mention names, oh silly me
But on the real tip, take it seriously
You couldn't handle ac', i mean really d
I'm coolin, and steppin, whassup with that？
Backs to progress, another head put to rest
'when you wanna step to me i think you should know that..' -＞
kane
'ain't.. no.. half.. steppin..'
I'd like to send a shout out to class quarter productions
My man troy's in the house, y'knahmsayin？
Shortstop records
Johnnie b's on the set
Crazy c in the house
Def jam blastin, rockin it on and on
Special shout to my mixmaster, dj bruce
3.Chop, Chop, Chop
4.Dem Niggas
5.Diamond ＆ Gold
yo nigga, we rollin on the phone,
Rollin mo scrilla on my primco phone,
I'm like a big fat gorilla with my skizza,
Like a mutha fuckin game quizza.
I buss a left, a right, i'm mutha fuckin tight,
My frosty wrist is worth a mill,
Now get down ho and suck on lil' will,
We rollin down the block, with intendin to kill,
Put up yo mutha fuckin hands, yo, this shit fo' reel,
The po'po' be creepin on the lo' lo',
Cuz they don't no no, i'm the big ass skrilla that be fuckin yo
ho,
Now get down on your knees and slop da knob,
Don't fuck with this skrilla, i'm the motha fuckin bomb,
And i eat chicken wangs with corn on the cob.
6.Intro
7.Loyal To The Sign
8.Rollin
9.Small Time
'i started small time, dope game, cocaine..' -＞ scarface
'pushin rocks on the block, i'm never broke mayne..' -＞ scarface
'i started small time, dope game, cocaine..' -＞ scarface
'boy don't test me i'm gettin tired of teachin lessons..' -＞
scarface
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..' -＞ scarface
'so raise up off of me, i'll show 'em i'm a dope man'
'i started small time, dope game, cocaine..' -＞ scarface
'boy they're fuckin with me troy man i done told em..' -＞
scarface
'i started small time, dope game, cocaine..' -＞ scarface
'nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game..' -＞ scarface
'i started small time, dope game, cocaine..' -＞ scarface
'you try to school me you'll get served, with no regard' -＞
scarface
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..' -＞ scarface
'boy don't test me i'm gettin tired of teachin lessons..' -＞
scarface
'i started small time, dope game, cocaine..' -＞ scarface
'so motherfuck you and that bullshit you stressin..' -＞ scarface
'i started small time, dope game, cocaine..' -＞ scarface
'south park, night falls, over the streets..' -＞ scarface
'i started small time, dope game, cocaine..' -＞ scarface
'boy they're fuckin with me troy man i done told em..' -＞
scarface
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..' -＞ scarface
'so motherfuck you and that bullshit you stressin..' -＞ scarface
'i started small time, dope game, cocaine..' -＞ scarface
'shit ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp..' -＞
scarface
'i started small time, dope game, cocaine..' -＞ scarface
'so watch your back and prepare for the hit man..' -＞ scarface
'i started small time, dope game, cocaine..' -＞ scarface
'pushin rocks on the block, i'm never broke mayne..' -＞ scarface
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
10.Still A Bitch
'bitch wanna die cause she know i caught her lyin!'
I met her in a bar outside a little part of texas
Never know she's sleepin 'round on me
I found about it one night when we were sexin
Cause she accidentally called me gee
Now you're lyin, fake cryin
Wanna die cause you know you a tramp in my book
Misleadin, steady cheatin
You run the street and you know you a bitch in my book
Now lil' jane, i guess that's what we'll call her
Had all the homies goin crazeeee
Had to join a convent, wanted to be a baller
Now the bitch fuck every guy she see
See you a slut and, in the mud and
Havin fun and you're still a bitch in my book
Trampin, soon you die bitch
And that's why you just a bitch in my book
Now i'm livin lost, don't know where my next meal is
Had to try and find a wayayyyy
Cause you left the house and you took everything i deal with
Now bitch i'm wonderin where you stayyy
See you a die-hoe, i'll bravo
I'll kill you, still a bitch in my book
Loaded, and smokin
Now i'm blowin, cause you a bitch in my book...
Just a bitch in my book...
This hoe is a slut in my booook...
Just a tramp, sick and tired of feedin whores
Everytime i'm walkin down the stree-eeet
And i'm sick and tired, of always seein closed doors
Wanna slap every tramp i meet
See you started, then you parted
Now you bought in, still a tramp in my book
Low-life, do snow white
Now you crow and you're still a bitch in my book
Know that, i go there
I'll beat you, you still a bitch in my book
Holdin, these .. ＊cracks up＊
11.Thugs Niggas
12.Wanna Be A Baller
Chorus：fat pat
Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by ike
I hit the hiiighway, making money the flyyyy way
But there's got to be a bett-er wayy!
A better way, better way, yeah-ahhhh
I'ma -- baller, i'ma twenty inch crawler
Blades on impala, diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, not a leader not follower
Break these boys off i'ma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, i'm outta sight i'm throwed
I'm bouncin off the road i'm in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong, can't forget moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood -- got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'ma crawl slow puffin on the optimo hit the sto'
I'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'
I'ma lit the stash green, man i'm lookin clean
Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes
Chorus
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big killa gettin high in the benz
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big killa gettin high in the benz
In the wind smoke goes as i crawl down on vogues
Twenty lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit
Presidential v-12 with that amg kit
It don't quit, as i get high
From k.c. to h-town, connectin southside
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat pat blowin killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin sticky green we flow through and above
Chorus
Sittin' fat down south, rollin benz on blocks
Mo' scrilla i got, signin with shortstop
And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
To make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop -- puttin up your motherfuckin ear
Really really don't give a fuck and i ain't drinkin on no beer
Codeine what i sip, pistol grip when i ride
Trunk hit fo' life baby it's southside
We on a fuckin mission expedition navigator
That's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin
Puttin it in your face, and that's for real
Shinin harder than the grill it's the player lil' will
Down with the 2-low, yungstar be a thug
So nigga nigga what？ i'm down with mo'thugs
Mo'thugs an' da bone, you know it's goin down
Represent that h-town, pop trunks surround by sound
Chorus
I gots to get better man, it gots to move on
Switched from motorola to a primeco phone
Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
Had to get older -- man it got colder
I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder
Licks in kuwait, got links in pakistan
Boys don't understand virtual reality caravan
Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me
Everytime i'm comin out, niggaz they wanna sign me
Got the lil' will diamond grillers ？？
Blaze in the benz and you can't forget den-den
Boobie diamond ruby's, i'm watchin on a movie
Drop the top it's cotton, and you know i'm in a jacuzzi
Bourban and i'm swervin, man it's gettin hot
My last name lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, david taylor
Chorus
I hit the highway
Everything's my way, i par-le
Everyday all day, ain't no way
Boys can't stop as i slide through your neighborhood
Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top
I only play to win -- bout to close up shop
Showstoppin dead end, pimp the pen once again
Peep the message i send
Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend
Big bout it benz -- as i floss through the south
Big blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about？
Close yo' mouth -- as i settle all scores
Scream and shout -- my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors -- i contstantly close
All you hoes -- go and take off your clothes
Lord knows -- ain't no time to play
Commence to fuckin and-a suckin on the h.a.w.k.
Chorus
13.Wanna Be A Baller(Edit)
14.Where's The Love
Where the love at...momma told me ther'd be days like this
But i didn't listen
Never question the woman's intuition
My ambition is to give you what you missin
Sweet love
Take off your shoes, come and get your feet rubbed
Us in the tub
Taking bubble baths
That'll be the shit
Anybody that don't believe this can eat a dick
I think we soul mates
Cause we got so much in common
You make them hoes wait
When you find the proper woman
Then next to me
Put your head on my chest
Attraction stimulates me
But it's not all about sex
I respect you got a mind
And you... self sufficient
Opinonated... yet know how to listen
Now what's mine is yours
If i'm ballin' you ballin
'tell that other nigga
He can stop callin
'check this out
Chorus
＊background＊ repeat
I want to be your man
＊along with background＊
I want to be your man baby
I'm talkin' about
Providing you with all of life's securities
I mean, i think the first step is
Going to pick out some rings
What you like
Baggets and pistol skirts
Can't i spend a night
Without giving you my answer tonight
Cause i gotta catch a early flight
What you yellin' about
The simple fact that i'm bailin' out
I'm makin' moves
My albums sellin' out
I need some affection
Love can't you teach me a lesson
I might be sittin' fat down here in texas
But the thugs ain't mean
So how deep is your love for me
How real do you cut for me
If the laws came and got me
How long would you be stuck with me
If not long then don't fuck with me
I want you down on my team
And support
When i'm tryin' to make my green
It's for real
I'll throw some karots in your ring
I'll make it last forever
Cause you know had that cash forever
We can ball till we pass together baby
Where the love at
Chorus
＊along with background＊
Yeah... that nigga lil' troy
Short stop records
Puttin' down like a g yo
That's how we get our groove on
Recognize the mobb
I bet you co-working star
When they see the flowers that i'm sendin' to your job
Read the cards
Stick it in your purse
Let's keep it rosey
Cause everybody so nosey
So you can't believe what people say
Misery, loves company tell them keep away
It'll be ok
If you trust in me to make it right
Before i hit you i'll freak ya
That's on my baby's life
Will you be my wife
Please take this ring
And a service to token
To make you realize baby i ain't jokin'
I'm coping
But my advisaries got me not
I need a god-fearing woman
Who understands my heart
Leave your baggage from past relationships
Out of the picture
I put my old flames out
I done changed
All of my digits
And that's real
Chorus
＊along with background＊
I want to be your man
Sober
Ain't really no need to question me
It'll make no difference to us
For my loyalty or my commitment life
You know my presence
But you alone
To let you know
You don't want to mess with me
You need to spend time with me
I bring the heat
You want to play
It ain't a thing to me
You say you changed
You look the same to me
Eat and ball too much
On the real, cause i done stall too much
Girl i want you all too much
Ain't no way in the world
Me and you can ball too much
Imagine having cabbage
Straight lavish
Friends wish they can have it
Cause i push a rolez, sip crystal glasses
I'm all wet
Don't listen to your friends about me cheatin'
They dont' know that
Your best friend want me
Tell that hoe that
For show that
You know she want the kids
You should have knew this
True this
Two real niggas left
I'm one of the fewest
Holla at me girl
I'm all this
We can do this
Do that love thing girl
So i can prove that
Chorus... till fade
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