Prodigy of Mobb Deep — Dirty Martini

[Hook: Troy Ave] Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot Punch niggas in they face but I don't punch clocks Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot [?] a nigga gettin' shot I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks [Verse 1: Troy Ave] I had a hard day at work but the work was self tho Takin' me a break, a hustler never[?] Every dollar you make a bitch try'na spend Every dollar you make niggas thinkin' it's 10 If you don't understand the grind then nigga You don't understand me nigga And if you got a problem it's gon' be with a beat nigga The name is Troy Ave but I'm far from local My gun go off, I ain't from vocal It be too much talkin' from suckas now Who did a lil punk scams, think they hustlers now These pussy ass niggas all wanna-be thugs We catchin' bodies over here, get your mother some hoes Embracin' my bricks on your neighborhood blocks Ain't no beef till my money gettin' stopped I'm shootin' me a nigga out they mothafuckin' socks I'm a Dirty Martini on the rocks [Hook: Troy Ave] Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot Punch niggas in they face but I don't punch clocks Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot [?] a nigga gettin' shot I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks [Verse 2: Troy Ave] Yo, I don't wanna do shit but get money and fuck hoes (word) Keep my coke number a few bellow [?] (word) I'm talkin' 'bout grams, I'm talkin' 'bout Oz I'm talkin' 'bout bricks, but you already know It's your boy Troy Ave [?] swag With the semi-auto on me, 'cause my nerve's fucking bad I can shoot niggas, I don't shoot hoops The birds got me ballin' so I stay in the Koop (skrrt) [?] on the wheels, heavy on the chills Keep atleast 250 20 dollar bills Niggas know the deal, niggas know I deal So when you want to shop I give you a good deal [Hook: Troy Ave] Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot Punch niggas in they face but I don't punch clocks Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot [?] a nigga gettin' shot I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks [Verse 3: Prodigy] My baby it's a Mobb Deep party all night We have a few laughs and tell a few lies Whatever it take for me to get up in them thots I tell them what they want They give me what I like Brooklyn, Queens they with, we gettin' ride I'm 3 months home I'm feelin' good to be alive Got my California cousins runnin' with the 5's Gangbang, maintain, all my niggas live If we don't keep it extra hard, then who will? Yeah them niggas spit rough but They lack the skills They keep every wolf fed and pay the house bills And keep the songs comin' like I'm on them blue pills Illuminati paid, my nigga I been lied And bend arms like a wife beater No ike, this is real hoody shit No fraudulence Troy Ave my co-defence We gon' drink our pain away I smell a rat - exposin' it [Hook: Troy Ave] Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot Punch niggas in they face but I don't punch clocks Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot [?] a nigga gettin' shot I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks