Artist: Troy Ave f/ Cam'Ron
Album:  Major Without a Deal
Song:   Quarter Million
Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com

[Intro: Troy Ave]
Login I ain't playin' with these niggas man
I mean me I'm cool, the block ain't playin'
So it's not my fault, ah hah!

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
If you ain't into gettin' money you won't understand
Petty motherfucker I got bigger plans
I been about my business and I been the man
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
RIP to B.I.G. the homie said it best

[Verse One: Troy Ave]
In the streets of Brooklyn I'm a motherfuckin' hero (A hero)
Started runnin' with the 'caine like Nevin Shapiro
Speakin' of frauds when I'm out, they be in my ear (Where they at?)
Pussy niggas know better than to get in my way (Hit 'em wit the brrrap!)
You playin' both sides, you don't think we know about it (Oh we know)
Until you both die and they makin' sure about it (Oh we know)
Cold Case Files (Files) cold Cristal ('Stal)
Givin' pain sippin' 'pagne as she kissed out (Powder!)

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
If you ain't into gettin' money you won't understand
Petty motherfucker I got bigger plans
I been about my business and I been the man
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
RIP to B.I.G. the homie said it best

[Verse Two: Troy Ave]
Uh! I flourish under the fire laugh in a face of doubt
You ain't got enough money on your fingers to count me out
I heard haters supposed to do me somethin' all they do is pout
They don't do it in my presence 'cause they know what I'm about
Troy blow smoke I ain't talkin' no weed (B-B-B-BLAOW!)
BSB niggas we a whole 'nother breed (We them niggas now)
They try to bury us they ain't know that we was seeds
Growin' from the concrete open crack, we succeed, nigga

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
If you ain't into gettin' money you won't understand
Petty motherfucker I got bigger plans
I been about my business and I been the man
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
RIP to B.I.G. the homie said it best

[Verse Three: Cam'Ron]
Uh, over green, red if black gauge
Do pussy, put 'em on back page
Above the law, what the fuck I'm respectin' 'em for?
Money and violence, do disrespect in his jaw
I get them M's and be leave 'em every bit of G (G)
I keep the K's and your girlfriend can get the D (D)
You want to get money? Need to get with me
Mr. Flee, got more gold chains than Mr. T (I do)
Summertime chillin' on the stoop
Fire hydrant on a fiend cleanin' up the coupe
But I, quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
Eighty on the pinky hundred on the other hand, man (KILLA! KJILLA!)

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
If you ain't into gettin' money you won't understand
Petty motherfucker I got bigger plans
I been about my business and I been the man
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
RIP to B.I.G. the homie said it best