Troy Ave - Taste Of Revenge lyrics

[Hook:] I swear the taste of revenge is more sweeter than honey I’m on the streets in a Benz, see me getting this money Can’t forget about my friends, I’m yelling “Free Roney” Real n***a for real, and that’s my day Onie! Ya’ll know, I shine bright when I roll, plot on mines and I blow Smoke, POW! Here you go! I am not the one, but I’m the one Troy Ave, New York City, Brooklyn, UNH! I know this Lil’ chick who reminds me of myself As far as being a hustler, gettin’ it by herself Dancin’ in the clubs, sellin’ off some pounds She even do taxes when the season come around She had a dream like Martin (MLK) to get up out the streets But was saving her bread for 156 weeks She did everything right, except choose the wrong peeps And unknowingly shouldering a snake where she sleep, damn! Pictures on the gram, stacks of money on the dresser She about to start a business last night as a stripper Although she thought, got home and got caught Thieving n***a robbed the crib and left everything tossed Close, to 72 O’s and all the paper that she stacked switched her to bigger goals She wondering should she call the cops or fill him up with holes You know how I be on it, I say that n***a must go! Revenge, what!? [Hook:] I swear the taste of revenge is more sweeter than honey I’m on the streets in a Benz, see me getting this money Can’t forget about my friends, I’m yelling “Free Roney” Real n***a for real, and that’s my day Onie! Ya’ll know, I shine bright when I roll, plot on mines and I blow Smoke, POW! Here you go! I am not the one, but I’m the one Troy Ave, New York City, Brooklyn, UNH! I’m laying with a blonde, like Frankie Sinatra (Frank Sinatra) She did it my way, head over my boxers, yeah Drawers by Versace, know they match the socks, yeah I’m just a Young Don, no plate, full of pasta Shorty Portuguese, I’m importing ki’s Might go to Monaco, hit Monte Carlo overseas French Riviera, French toast, never French kiss Holiday sauce, smoked salmon, eggs benedict Before we hit the Grand Prix, you know who her man be A [?] blogger, who don’t know no better than to offend me For all your columns, who rather hit you with the Semi’ I hit your b**h with this DICK! You b**h n***a, REVENGE! [Hook:] I swear the taste of revenge is more sweeter than honey I’m on the streets in a Benz, see me getting this money Can’t forget about my friends, I’m yelling “Free Roney” Real n***a for real, and that’s my day Onie! Ya’ll know, I shine bright when I roll, plot on mines and I blow Smoke, POW! Here you go! I am not the one, but I’m the one Troy Ave, New York City, Brooklyn, UNH! Ice on my neck, on my waist where the heat at Looking for these tough n***as “Where the f** they be at?” I got plenty shows, plenty more, as I blow up They ‘posed to be foes with our (goals?) they don’t show up I guess it’s all talk, rub my dick in they jibbers You know they tight p**y, critters with some Twitters Body shots will put you on the clock with the shifters Head shots, you don’t need a doc’ just the dickies Even once cool, might take a bat to that fool This ain’t that common when they ask for an interview First and last one, I don’t speak twice Cause you responsible for all your friends who don’t talk nice Lil’ n***a, you’ve been warned! For your ungratefulness I play you like a pawn Lil’ old n***a, you’ve been warned! Yeah, I sampled ya voice you was using it wrong!