Troy Ave, N.O.R.E. - Dope Boy (Hands Up) lyrics

Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Every bad bitch want a real nigga
Every bad bitch want a real nigga

P is for power nigga you know about that
I eat and devour niggas, you talking bout rap
Spoon full of dope, every ball to the point
You need a little fix you broke
And what's your point of even living?
You fucking up the rhythm
Drum's full of coke
Pulling strings used to get em
Beat the cold base
Beat the pussy in the system
Playing bricks in my backpack, no kidding
Spit what I'm living, I'm giving all facts
These other niggas spitting they shit
Is just so whack
Straight about a Brooklyn and they
Saying New York back
The streets know a problem
Just responsible for that
Fuck what you ball from the avenue of joy
Shouts my nigga boo bizy and my nigga troy
I'm bout to go fishing, bring me a scale
Ahoy ladies rub your tit's if you
Fuck with a dope boy!

Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Every bad bitch want a real nigga
Every bad bitch want a real nigga

See I used to be at harlem fucking mays bitch
All black leather like the matrix
And me and cameron's like
Brothers from another mother
Now we don't speak much
But he still my brother
My puertoricans wailing out in bushwick
We watch to the front, we just push shit
Left frackle I'm not a hood melts
A bunch of wild niggas rocking good belts
Still smoking bogies, while I'm banging boats
Kush in the riddle save the roach
Try ave, you from my favorite coats
So I'm a come through with my favorite toats
Hammers out in France, that's French toast
Drive bies on the pedal fights
Hit you closer
Casper, your phantom gonna get you ghost
My goodbyes come in Spanish, adios!

Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Every bad bitch want a real nigga
Every bad bitch want a real nigga

Fake niggas be quiet, real nigga speaking
Hard them say with the hammer peeking
Free my homie 8 ball from the beacon
I got a few niggas on the run eating
We all chasing mills, the hunger for more
The streets is the field, I run up the scope
But I ain't playing with you niggas
Before I go broke
I get to spraying at you niggas
We all get the blood money, what what?
Troy ave getting drug money, fuck is up
I'm your dealer, I'm your daddy
I would kill you in the alley
I'm your pushing man, white base
Call it berry
Can't get enough of your love, baby
Haters getting nothing but slugs, shit crazy
Bk all day, catch games at the bob clay
In the suite
But ain't nothing sweet about make powder
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Every bad bitch want a real nigga
Every bad bitch want a real nigga