Do Me No Favors - Troy Ave, Jadakiss, Fabolous

You ain’t never counted paper 'til your thumbs hurt

You ain’t never had to make do wit' bum work

Shit ain’t comin' back, you get delirious

It’s a job in these streets, shit is serious

My 'migo got locks in the city mud

Back against the wall and I need a plug

Flew the fam to the yams, verse the Heat

I had twenty thousand grams just last week

Shit stopped comin', bills keep comin' 'round

Holdin' on my last bird, 'bout to break it down

Charged you higher out of town, 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 fuckin' 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 guap, dog

Bought a white house off blocks dog

In the presidential, watch me go to the top, dog

Man, I got that glow

I done came on up from the motherfuckin' floor

Couple niggas be hatin', I Just be like, 'So?'

I never get mad, I just get that dough

If the shit get bad, then I let that go

You do it cause you have to, I do it cause I could

And this is all factual, I do it for the hood

Cock the four, cop and go

Cause these drugs 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 nigga lookin' good, the bitches 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?

I don’t get mad, I get dough, I get bags and get low

Everybody wit' me good, my bitch bad as shit though

You get gas, you Citgo, we whip ass, we Klitschko

It gets bad and shit slow, we really with the shits, bro

Twist your cap for it, Kinda sick with the thirst too

When I’m hungry, I ain’t myself, Snickers commercial

I got to eat before a nigga catch a attitude, And Start looking at the game

like its platter food

Fuck sandwiches, I want the chips and dip

Whips are quick, Contours, seats grips the hip

That’s 63 Talk, 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 bitch a late-night Slurpee, She 7/11

Yeah, the family, so you gotta love it

I’m a boss, so I got it covered