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(feat. 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 SongtexteI 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 x3] Aus Songtexte Mania