Troy Ave - Do Me No Favors lyrics

(Verse 1: Troy Ave) You ain’t never counted paper ’til your gums hurt You ain’t never had to make do wit’ bum work sh** ain’t comin’ back, you get delirious It’s a job in these streets, sh** is serious My ‘migo got locks in the city mud Back against the wall and I need a plug Flew the fam to the (-) verse the Heat I had twenty thousand grams just last week sh** stopped comin’, bills keep comin’ ’round Holdin’ on my last bird, ’bout to break it down Charged you higher out of ten, then I went in Brooklyn Phone blowin’ up, the homies ask how it’s lookin’ You think if I had the work I wouldn’t call you to sell it, you f**in’ jerk You start gettin’ mad, talkin’ out of frustration In the game, six figures can easily turn to nothin’ Damn, I’m hot, dog The fork on the Masi grill pickin’ up grot, dog Bought a white house (-) In the presidential, watch me go to the top, dog (Hook: Troy Ave) Man, I got that glow I done came on nothin’ to motherf**in’ floor Couple n***as be hatin’, I Just be like, ‘So?’ I never get mad, I just get that door If the sh** get bad, then I let that go (Verse 2: Jadakiss) You do it cause you have to, I do it cause I could And this is all factual, I do it for the hood co*k the four, cop and go Cause these d** are for sale, they are not for show Keep a eye on the monitors and lock the doors No comprende unless it’s ’bout lots of dough They love it, they still want it, the block is still haunted Turbo in the garage, the cover is still on it One hundred bundles by 9AM, it’s a ill mornin’ A n***a lookin’ good, the b**hes is still on him Money, power, mega respect Al-Qaeda is how I got the montega connect If that paper ain’t right, they put the K to your neck Give your family a visit, they send your baby a threat A lil’ deeper than the repurcussions on the block But that all bein’ said, is you hustler or not? (Hook) (Verse 3: Fabolous) I don’t get mad, I get dough, I get bags and get low Everybody wit’ me good, my b**h bad as sh** though You get gas, you seco, we whip a**, we clisco It gets bad and sh** slow, we really with the sh**s, bro Twist your cap for it, (-) When I’m hungry, I eat myself, Snickers commercial I got to eat before a n***a catch a attitude, (-) f** sandwiches, I want the chips and dip Whips are quick, Contours, seats grips the hip I (-), at least a hundred grand to understand They put me on a flyer for twenty, I’m a wanted man Son of Sam, I was born in ’77 The b**h a late-night Slurpee, She 7/11 Yeah, the family, so you gotta love it I’m a boss, so I got to (-) it (Hook)