Small Time Lyrics - Sittin' Fat Down South - Lil' Troy

I started small time, dope game, cocaine 

Pushin' rocks 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, choppin' rocks on your block 

Representin' Shortstop 

Sellin' rocks, oh, see four point gold 

Shortstop, double platinum sold 

Tell my momma, she don't have to work no mo' 

I pay the bills by the flow from the studio 

And I was out in the game by old players and G's 

Hollerin' 50 G's, LP's to CD's 

I started small time, dope game, cocaine 

So raise up off of me, I'll show 'em I'm a dope man 

I started small time, dope game, cocaine 

Boy they're fuckin' with me Troy man I done told 'em 

I started small time, dope game, cocaine 

Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game 

I started small time, dope game, cocaine 

You try to school me you'll get served, with no regard 

Uh, uh, excuse me, remember me? 

And I be swangin' and bangin' biggin' and bangin' with the E and G 

And as for Yungstar, I've been in the game 

I've learned the game, I've peeped game now I'm get a 50 a mayne 

To rollin' riches, the G is licksin', for a 'lil rotation 

Don't need it for the placement 

They call me Tyke Ignition', in a blizzard, Shortstop baby 

They can't fade me, talkin' Mercedes 

That's how we ride, south side nigga 

How the fuck you figure? We some H-Town 'bout it type niggaz 

Leavin' this bitch, sick, three piece pitch, hittin' licks 

Overseas, overseas, with bricks, trick 

I started small time, dope game, cocaine 

Boy don't test me I'm gettin' tired of teachin' lessons 

I started small time, dope game, cocaine 

So motherfuck you and that bullshit you stressin' 

I started small time, dope game, cocaine 

South Park, night falls, over the streets 

I started small time, dope game, cocaine 

Boy they're fuckin' with me Troy man I done told 'em 

Peep game, peep game, straight 'caine 

Feelin' five and thirty six, huh, I can't explain in mayne 

I never use lower, to blow the dope up, to be load up 

The girls show they ass when I roll up 

In Benzoes, five double oh, you never knew 

The trunk fizzo, I carry it on the low, low 

Like the cheese, from the F E D 

So I'm back up on the streets, slangin' G's 

Over the years, I stacked mo' G's than trees grow leaves 

I've been in the industry, since nine three 

My so called dogs, haven't paid me no royalties 

Lord please, south side G's from fo's to three's 

Cook up ki's, watchin' out for the enemies 

They can't fuck with me, I'm a Charisma 

Straight up G, cleaners keep me creased 

Middle finger to police, Grim Reap meets to slay the beast 

I started small time, dope game, cocaine 

So motherfuck you and that bullshit you stressin' 

I started small time, dope game, cocaine 

Shit ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp 

I started small time, dope game, cocaine 

So watch your back and prepare for the hit man 

I started small time, dope game, cocaine 

Pushin' rocks on the block, I'm never broke mayne 

Get yo' paper, watchin' out for them haters 

Dressin' up in gators, takin' flights to Vegas 

Rollin' navigators, on the seven acres 

I'm a money maker dough baker, bitch breaker 

Never ever be a faker, try to make a hit like Anita Baker 

In the rap, in the dope game, tryin' to make some hits mayne 

Fo' sho', gotta let the people know how the game go 

Shortstop break a bitch and gotta let the world know 

Who back with the tracks, I guess I'm the Junior Mack 

Hell yeah, I'm rollin' 'llac, Shortstop paper stack