Artist: Troy Ave f/ Avon Blocksdale, King Sevin, Young Lito
Album:  B.S.B. Vol. 4 (Mixtape)
Song:   4 Amigos
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Lito]
See I hear them talking about it but they ain't ever got it
See me I go and get it being broke is not an option
Had this profit, get the money divide it on the average
Stretch it till it flips called that shit gymnastics
Thses niggas living savage turn my paper into plastic
Getting money just hobby, bank accounts is just a habit
Cause me I gotta have it all
looking at the bigger picture rip the frame up off the wall
I'm the one these bitches call cause homie I make it happen
I don't rub my hands together my nigga I get it clapping
And I ain't into acting but they call me Samuel Jackson
Leave these bitches in suspense but I'm all about that action
And we dealing on the facts you can try me if you want really ain't no coming back
Stupid nigga tryna front playing with my green I'm a roll up like a blunt
Head cracked then I split him down the middle like a dutch

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
4 Amigos getting it illegal
I see her and then we go it's easy as a free throw
Bordeaux 7,.357 it hold 6 shots damn I wish it held 7
My weapon lethal, Danny Glover sequel
shout my homies Block, King Sevin, Young Lito
B$B them niggas keep it real there ain't no equal
when come to rapping make it clapping keep it stacking we them people

[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
PowdeRRR in this motherfucka, I'm no santas helper
But my homies banging hoes and wear rasta
Daredevil move slow dope running New York
Do my thing on tracks polo slacks on I'm rudolph
Head shots flew off I'm on some shit
When my enemies semi squeeze I see them it's lit
Motherfucker I don't play, I'm no pussy I don't [?]
I get pussy, I get paid different clothes everyday
DMX, Jigga Jay, dealer and a user
I'm a hustling motherfucker and a known shooter, triple threat cause I rap
But since it's coke forget that they might not count it that's wack
But I'm just counting stacks motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Avon Blocksdale]
Drug dealing nigga who pull quick yeah I rep the truth like I spit from a [?]
See I be dealing weight some much weight need a forklift
So I could have some lobster or steak when the fork lift
Niggas act hard turn gay when the.40 lift
when it comes to bake my stakes be the project
I run around the town holding pounds yeah the [?]
A nigga name known not the nigga to fuck with
cause I take aim at the niggas you fuck with
Blocksdale, rocks sell hate all the chucc shit
B$B be the team all my niggas get bucks bitch
Advice to the haters it's on sight better duck quick

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: King Sevin]
I'm a dope young nigga that's known for getting these racks
I'm strapped everyday with that revolver or mac
Fox fur on my back python on my hat
know PETA can't stand me cause we killing these rats
I'm all that and a bag of chips ball like a Maverick
If I ain't out smashing chicks I'm in the crib bagging zips
Rocking European fits fly like Delta came a long way from that hamburger helper
Know we in Friscos drinking Cris like it's seltzer
Water but I'm on fire bitch I might melt-ya
Feeling like I'm next started from the projects
now I'm in the studio recording with Wyclef
After that business back whipping in the pyrex
Cause I love the hoes but money makes my eyes stretch
Money is my mindset niggas say I changed
But I ain't hustle this hard to stay the same