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Artist: Troy Ave f/ Diddy, Mase, T.I.
Album:  Your Style (Remix) (S)
Song:   Your Style (Remix)
Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, kirenamloh@msn.com, Nickolye16@aol.com

[Intro: Troy Ave] (Diddy) (*Mase)
Oooh this that new N.Y. sound (This! Is! The Remix!)
Here he put it down, for the town (*You know we had to do the remix)
(You know we had to do it) I use to put them birds, In and out of town
(*Yeah! You know we had to do the remix (You know we had to do it)

[Chorus: Troy Ave] (Diddy)
She said yo' music pumpin you make us so proud (Come on! Come on!)
We've been wantin somethin this good for awhile (Aiyyo Mase what's up man?!)
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on yo' face (The world's been waitin for this!)
'Cause when we danced I felt that fifth all on yo' waist (Bad Boy! Yeah! Mase! Diddy! Troy! Talk to 'em!)
And you know

[Verse One: Troy Ave]
Now all you hear is New York this and New York that
Let's keep it real mu'fuckers I brought New York back
G-Unit in the stu' Dipset too facts
I even got Mase and nine five Puff on the track
Runnin with the +Classic Feel+ nine five max
Sneak this or tweet this no replies you wack
Tables done turned like a DJ gig
+Playa Hater+ I am doin It big
Troy Ave got the streets in a frenzy though (Frenzy though)
I brought the spotlight back you should thank me no?
I'm comin up on my first still on the flow (Powder)
All my stones flawless you seen me glow (BLING!!!)
And here's what'll probably happen if you mad at this
You might get yourself shot or make me fuck yo' bitch
Either way I'm bustin, the end all discussions
This the key mix and I'm that nigga, stop frontin

[Chorus: Troy Ave] (Diddy)
She said yo' music pumpin you make us so proud
We've been wantin somethin this good for awhile 
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on yo' face 
(Harlem on the rise, you don't want no problems with these guys)
'Cause when we danced I felt that fifth all on yo' waist (Yeah! Check this out)
And you know

[Verse Two: Diddy]
You ever made love on a G7? (Come on)
Told the pilot don't stop 'til we see heaven (Don't stop!)
Harlem king with black features
You ever rode on white horses on black beaches (Let's go)
They clear ports we clear portals
Time travel, don't confuse us with mere mortals
You dude slippin we too cool for loose lippin
Move different pools on the roof patron sippin
Made your life different (Yeah!) Blink you might miss it (Come on)
Even though I hit it first time we kicked it
Who set up plays for you? Who coached you in the huddle?
Who's penthouse views make the ocean look like a puddle
And I love her 'cause shorty different
We be hundred and forty-fifth and (Come on)
I'm just tryin to call you my lady
I'll have you feelin like Harlem in the eighties

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
She said yo' music pumpin you make us so proud
We've been wantin somethin this good for awhile
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on yo' face
'Cause when we danced I felt that fifth all on yo' waist
And you know

[Verse Three: Mase]
C'mon~! Heat rooms like a thermometer 
... 240 on my odometer 
I don't trick, I pimp 
I'd give no gift but stick, even on Hanukkah 
She askin my faith, what should I promise ya? 
If I cheat, I'm triple timin ya 
'Cause Ma$e don't do no welfare 
Pay for no healthcare, that's what you got Obama for
I got my CP's from CP, got my Yeezys from Yeezy 
The chick with my +Umbrella+, she look like RiRi 
You don't believe me, you ask PD 
Getting money for me too easy
I feel like Holyfield, I got the Brooklyn broads bitin 
Already got my cake, I'm just here for icing 
My nigga Cudda try to school me to the game 
We was ballin so much, they tried to boo us at the game

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
She said yo' music pumpin you make us so proud
We've been wantin somethin this good for awhile
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on yo' face
'Cause when we danced I felt that fifth all on yo' waist
And you know

[Verse Four: T.I.]
Okay~! You ain't seen me in a while, huh? 
And that TK went down smellin like some loud, huh? (I know) 
Well fuckin with your friend I know I did her foul, huh (too bad!) 
But even still she'd fuck me now if I'd allow her
I get the money and the power, too much to resist 
Any menage with the broad and she take a pic, thirsty bitch 
Tell her "Fuck you with a dirty dick, up the asshole" 
And they lock up and you already lettin that ass go 
She said yo' case is complicated befo' trial (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, damn, she a hoe) 
I had her, eight more other ladies, you know how (uh-huh, uh-huh) 
Missionary, doggystyle, e'ry which-a-way 
No matter how you slice it our destiny's in the writin 
Written on the wall, you fuck with them other guys and 
You could stand to lose it all, you're talkin now it's enticin 
Gave you somethin paper gon' make her revoke your license 
C'MON!

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
She said yo' music pumpin you make us so proud
We've been wantin somethin this good for awhile
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on yo' face
'Cause when we danced I felt that fifth all on yo' waist
And you know

[Outro: Troy Ave]
She like my style she like my flows
It ain't no chuck involved she knows
I came so far from dealin blow
Been on my grind and now it shows
Ain't nobody 'round who sound like this 
We ain't the same they rode that dick
Fuck them lames get down with this
Pop champagne girl shake yo' hips
Hips! Hiiiiiiippppppsssssssssss!!!!!