TROY AVE FT. AVON BLOCKSDALE & KING SEVIN lyrics : "Who Shot Ya"
Troy ave mother$#&@er, bsb mother$#&@er
As we proceed, to give you what you need
New york city mother$#&@er, every phantom mother$#&@ers
I shot ya, slip up your neck with the chopper
Make it hard to sleep when Blocksdale butch
I'm on ^!$$%, shots will have you droppin to your feet
It's beef, all my ^!$$%s delly with the heat
Thou shall not $#&@ with blockas, he'll drop you
Run upon me the wrong way and I pop you
Old school, new school, need to learn this
A burning ^!$$% slow like ^!$$% you earn this
Resorts 'cause your actions was dumb like earness
Hard white, on the road to riches taking large steps
^!$$%s in my way, get flipped like car wrecks
^!$$%s know, a brutal homicide bout to take place
$#&@ing with that ^!$$% blocka them say
You ^!$$%s better chill, you know, stay in your place
Chrome tuck, 9 spray all in your face
Give no warning, just kicking the door
Let you know it's real when I'm waving the 4
Give me the loot, you ready to die
See the fear in his eyes, got him hypnotized
He want one more change then I back up the 9
Bsb gang ^!$$%, wassup troy
$#&@ ^!$$%s, get money and $#&@ hoes
Bricks hat, hard denimm open fur
$#&@ peter, nah, not my ^!$$% rosenberg
Murder with a finger snap, like spoke the word
And I'll be at the cool table with my ^!$$% nerd
On entice like you heard that new
Low key I was that ^!$$%, oh you heard that too
Man I'm not you just $#&@ with me
You know I'm purer than the aqua fina
Keep them hoes on they toes like the balerina
It's the murder team, who want beef with that
It be a murder scene, wherever ^!$$%s see you at
And I don't speak, I just creep how I'm supposed to
On the sideline with that heat, eric spostra
Pop the $#&@ up on these ^!$$%s, no toasters
Recline em in the back of the seat, no sofa ^!$$%
Who shot ya
Dead men tell no tales,
Yellow tape, white cups, body and slug shells
Everyday life in the hood, it's unknown
Another ^!$$% deceased before you get to morning
Noony night, I'm on the bull%#@!
%#@! pop off, I put ^!$$%s under the pool pit
Go, tell it on the mountain
But tell it to police and you meet with a full clip
Half galon of henny, 5 cent cuffs,
11 thousand dollar bank dice game, what mother$#&@er
While I kick on my leisure,
Free time, free my ^!$$% rhyme, streets need ya
Rip chris wallace and riley, I see you
Boy doing his thang, I'm going to ibiza
Still on my geeda, base running fever
Hottest ^!$$% in the street, neck full of freeze
I'm getting money, but if you owe me then pay me
A blocka how you hanging out the window like aces
Cold hearted boy, full limph man Troy
Got fish scale, weighting wares out, ahoy
Ahoy maties, captain of the ship.
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