For Years lyrics

(*talking*)
You motherf*ckers, f*cking nickel and dime n*ggas and sh*t
Talkin bout stopping me, how the f*ck you gonna stop me
I started this Short Stop ass sh*t, n*gga I Short Stop
Every motherf*cking body you know dat, huh

[Lil' Troy]
What's up y'all, Lil' Troy is back
The more you try to stop me, the more I stack
Money, clothes, cars, hoes
S.U.V.'s, six T.V.'s
How the f*ck did I come up
Boy mama ain't raise, no dumb punk
I stepped in the game, flipped my change
Got the f*ck out, 'fore the people came
But I still got caught, in the cross
Just got released, from the half way house
Threw a champaign party for myself
Paid fifty G's, like I never left
So bow down, when I come through
Short Stop Wear, that's my sh*t too
Dream about it, I done that
I'm the first n*gga, signed Scarface to a contract
You might say, I'm ahead of my time
I did FED, and regular time
Nickel and dime, n*ggas always bumping
Let me tell y'all motherf*ckers something
[Hook]
I've been making this money for years
I've been breaking these hundreds for years
I've been driving these cars for years
Making the deals, shifting the gears
I've been f*cking these hoes for years
I've been buying these clothes for years
I've been with Pat and them for years
Making the deals, shifting the gears

[R-Dis]
H-Town is the spot, where n*ggas get shot
Hoes sell c*ck, every block is hot
Try to take what I got, we gon box
9 times out of 10, I'ma knock yo motherf*cking ass out
n*gga I'm trained to whoop ass, and count cash
Can I rock the mic, you god damn right
But if I got my tool, I'ma drop a fool
From a distance, I'm not gon fight
You can make it easy, or you can make it tough
Why rassle with a n*gga, when I can just bust
My nuts hang, to the flo' like drapes
n*ggas tripping off my tapes, since 1988
I make money money, make money money money
Pretty hoes I trap put down my mack
Get that cat, from the back
Gon be like that, until I fall
I'm with y'all, f*ck the laws
Gots to ball, try to put me on pause
I'ma bust em, in they motherf*cking jaws
When it comes to paper, I ain't a stranger
Mark my f*cking words, ain't nothing gon change cause
[Hook]

[D-Man]
Guess who jumped in the industry
With Lil' Troy, n*ggas tried to finish me
'Fore I started, departed
Now I'm back, as a junior mack to make noise
Like Too Short, I just can't stay away
Cause I'm tired of putting sh*t, on lay-away
So I gotta get up, and try to make a way
I feel great, I signed my contract today
Can you believe, Lil' Troy didn't even
Want my style, raps, flows, rhymes
Just my loyalty, so he ended up spoiling me
I got God with me
And now I'm as hard as can be, nobody harder than me
You see through n*ggas, just like water to drink
I'm like Pinocchio, when my flows start to grow
The big we ego straight
Now I'm in the game fa sho, who say I ain't no pro
Who said a making ass n*gga, can't go
Let a n*gga know, so I can put it in your face
And take it on your toe
Since 9-1, n*gga I've been doing this
Been around the world, airplanes and cruise ships
Don't cap, even if you could prove the sh*t
Trying to get rich quick, by moving hits
So f*ck fame, I'ma sold game
Make hits get mo' change, but won't change
I'ma be a star soon, platinumize myself
And turn it all to a cartoon
Short Stop is the hardest, Lil' Troy, Bay-B. Doll and R-Dis
We top notch, we taking over that's a promise b*tch
Wanna know me, look me up under max anonymous
[Hook - 3x]