t.r.o. boyz – the originals lyrics
aye
f+ck these n+ggas talkin’ bout?
forever turnt
yeah
tro boyz
oh yeah, tro gang or no gang
all brothers
eastside
[verse 1: smoke dogg]
no more passes for him, we need send one
dump out ashes for him, he a pack (opp)
first forty+eight, heard he caught the first forty+eight
???, what’s the addy? we gone get the pape’
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free the guys, got my dogs sittin’ upstate
???
thinkin’ to myself ‘ what it’s gone take?’
[verse 2: tro boy dk]
dk
who gone be my point guard? i’m catchin’ plays
got the whole block slappin’ like a parade
shout out to my new plug, i got a raise
pockets on special ed, i got it made
n+ggas actin’ like they got it, this ain’t charades
yeah, you used to have a run, this ain’t them days
politely had to say ‘excuse me’, you in the way
lifetime gym membership, i’m movin’ weight (work)
[verse 3: sko dolla]
the realest one, but y’all knew that
that lil’ as pua money? we blew through that
top dolla, you can put four then a one on it
wanna talk that one sh+t? then put sko on it
said they droppin’ off that sh+t? then put some mo’ on it
freshest n+gga round this b+tch, i could’ve won school crown
???
ask around, we been the sh+t since them coogi fits
[verse 4: money mel]
i’m in this sh+t for real, n+ggas know i play for keeps
this the sh+t a n+gga live, n+ggas know i’m in these streets
i got fifty in my ‘k, you tryin’ to play me like i’m sweet
tryin’ to run off on me, you ain’t gone make it off these streets
servin’ n+ggas at the murda’ mack, where n+ggas get murdered at
i k!ll n+ggas for real, and i k!ll n+ggas verbally
on instagram, flexin’ hard with some fake buffs
i’m the sh+t for real, and i ain’t even gotta play tough
[verse 5: mi$tro]
man, these n+ggas out here b+tches, they be really mad
last n+ggas talked about the mob, n+ggas did ’em bad
we the hottest n+ggas in the city, b+tch, we next up
if you tryin’ to beef with the squad, better vest up
if you really want the smoke, we can take it there
chedda ave the hood, 6 mile, you won’t make it here
if you really want some money, need to hit my line
n+ggas ain’t tryin’ to get no paper? we ain’t got no time
gotta watch yo’ back ’round these n+ggas, they be droppin’ dimes
when we hit the club, we walk right in, we don’t stand in lines
i just f+cked this lil’ n+gga’s b+tch, now he talkin’ choppas
they sick, they can’t get on with the team, cause they work is sloppy
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