Tekster:
Lil Troy Sittin Fat Down South

just hasn't been used By the Ak kid now that's a laugh It's over, on the level, stack up the trash Pause and let me break it down the way I want to

my stelo it brings heat though cause my 9 still gully wit ice im a hustler 4 life cause my name is nas capital M lil's pass it over to troy my hood street

on the block, I'm never broke mayne I started small time, dope game, cocaine Boy don't test me I'm gettin' tired of teachin' lessons Lil' Troy, a superstar

This album is dedicated to lil mike my little brother, He got two life sentences never shed a tear though. You know baby we all locked in this game,

lyin', fake cryin' Wanna die 'cause you know you a tramp in my book Misleadin', steady cheatin' You run the street and you know you a bitch in my book Now Lil

hey man hey man hey man i made you out of clay man and when ur all done and dry man i will play with u all day man

the master mind Get money leave the past behind Cause if you fuck me then that ass is mine I lay down shit Lil' Troy who I stay down with Artist im still

Wanna die cause you know you a tramp in my book Misleadin, steady cheatin You run the street and you know you a bitch in my book Now Lil' Jane, I guess

can't be denied 187 thugs, oh yeah we got love Blowin sticky green we flow through and above [Chorus] [Lil' Will] Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin Benz