My dough keep flippin when I'm lookin up (6 O's)
She know it's no kissin, take the dick and $#&@
Yall keep slippin, we be grippin up

We don't get to diss em, we just hit em up
BSB records, we the new %#@!
It's Troy Ave case you wondering who this

Real ^!$$% from the streets, we are not the same
Either #~!!@ or some paper when my phone ring
Hoes keep calling I ain't picking up

Labels keep calling, I need bigger bucks
Get a mill, hit me on the walkie
Til then all my mills off then forget the talkin

White Empire State throwin dice
Married to the game, no ring, just ice
Cool young ^!$$%, neck full of freezer

Furs to the floor, no respect for the PETA
Girls only $#&@ so respectin the peda
Short stop baby, gotta call Derek Jeter

I 2 can put it on for the city
You ain't heard a niggs buzzin this big since 50
Get riches, die tryin, use iron when I'm thievin

^!$$%s know I will, son, I don't play for Phoenix
36 a bird, what you payin for my CDs
Get a extra quarterback, both 100 grams sold

All work pays ^!$$%,
All my homies eatin ^!$$%, $#&@in X and Tre ^!$$%
I came for the money, you can keep the fame

In the street ^!$$%s funny, I'm in the streets with J
Why you at All Star weekend like a (*##$ with no panties?
Why you goin to LA when you ain't offered no Grammy

2 words, one meaning get rowdy
And I don't' like them ^!$$%s, and I don't like nobody like em
Hear these red nose go with they phonies again

Wanna stand in my section, let the hoes get in
Outside lookin like a welfare line
Cus word of mouth say I really live my rhymes

They came to feel the energy, it's something that's true
And the (*##$es jump $#&@in, make me they boo
Who? Who? Cry me a river, tears of joy

I brought New York City back, young boy Troy mutha$#&@as
Came here to thank me later
But if you don't thank me then we know you a hater

Sucka
I'm the reason
I'm the reason why the city is even respected again

What we even talkin bout?
$#&@ outta here mane
You see these truck $$# ^!$$%s

Real deal, Holyfield right here
I look and sound like New York, right now it's real hard to find
We ain't surfin no waves

We are the wave, believe me
BSB Records
I come through how I do

With the classic feel so you know that it's real
The $#&@ going on mane?
These other ^!$$%s jump, man what's goin on?

Imposters
These is rasta pasta
I sound like the subway

I sound like the brand new Benz merkin off on the streets hittin a pothole
I sound like going to the corner store at 4 in the morning for a $#&@in dutch
I don't sound like no bouncy turn up

It's dream club, get the $#&@ outta here, bull%#@! mane
Troy Ave
BSB Records

Countin money, let me turn the mic up so you can hear it
This is money
Yea, I'm getting that ^!$$%

I get it off the ground
^!$$%s ain't neva took chips out of 10
Cobaine tell these ^!$$%s

This rap %#@! is easy ^!$$%
Kid you ain't neva had the butterflies in yo stomach
When a flash of light pullin up

While you in the F150
On yo way to CT
With a bird and a half allegedly
You don't know what, you ain't here before mane
Mother$#&@in 750 grams each

In the lining of the sweat suits sittin near the stomach
Like how you tolt the hamme
We had, we had it there
You hold this part, you hold that part
Because in our head we thinkin

We heard some with that
If you got less than a brick then you get less time
So we both got 7 50 and we get caught then we getting less time
These ^!$$%s ain't the real deal Holyfield mane
Troy Ave ^!$$%

I don't know bout that other %#@!
I represent what New York is about
I represent the streets, I represent being fly
I represent getting money
I'm charismatic like a mother$#&@er

The (*##$es love me
And my name's solid gold
Powder!