Artist: Troy Ave f/ Young Lito Album: New York City Song: I'm Dat Nigga Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Troy Ave] They checkin me 'cause I got a check But I ain't wearin Nike likely I'm wearin a tek Bullets that make you while you tell 'em to go in ya neck Double XL so icy Gucci Phillepes in my steps [Chorus: Troy Ave] I'm about to show you, why I am the shit And then after I show you, you'll be on my dick 'Cause I'm that nigga, but you don't know it yet I'm just that nigga, but you don't know it yet (Powder!) I'm about to show you, why I am the shit And then after I show you, you'll be on my dick 'Cause I'm that nigga, but you don't know it yet I'm just that nigga, but you don't know it yet [Verse One: Troy Ave] I be that, Brooklyn nigga with the golden smile They ain't know me '09 I bet they know me now George shorts with a white T, fork in the white B Made more with the Pyrex then Givenchy Shope never close now hudnred for O's If you buyin thirty six hoes sell for the low I'm major without a deal I'm not these rap niggas My art imitates life and that's a fact nigga No respect for suckers who run they lips Then pick who they will and won't get tough with it Anybody who play me, I fold 'em or shot 'em And I ain't got to get 'em 'cause I already got 'em Sixteen with a mac 11 Now you hearin my sixteens on Hot 97 Young Harry Powder bloomin like cocoa flower Hamper full of towels all the bitches took a shower Clean kills, Stan Smiths by the poolside Fireplace lit everyday is Utah My presence a gift to my sexiest bitch Dark dress light skin with devilish lips Stop blushin show 'em I ain't frontin Take a Instagram with that nigga for no hustlin Casino flow mi amor payin roulette My life is a gamble what's a thousand dollar bet?! Poker chip pound no fro willies around Double shots of Crown, Royal losin me down We young niggas with grown money they all watch No hand I could throw cost more than my watch Watch me make moves don't wait for no niggas Started from the bottom I levitated on most niggas Hard work pays literally coke whipper Big body benz too I'm a fuckin dope dealer nigga [Chorus: Troy Ave] I'm about to show you, why I am the shit And then after I show you, you'll be on my dick 'Cause I'm that nigga, but you don't know it yet I'm just that nigga, but you don't know it yet (Powder!) I'm about to show you, why I am the shit And then after I show you, you'll be on my dick 'Cause I'm that nigga, but you don't know it yet I'm just that nigga, but you don't know it yet [Verse Two: Young Lito] Young Lito, fresher than a new bar That six top just fold like a fruton Flyer than Clark Kent when he got the suit game Use to be Too Short now my money too long And bad bitches date me, broke niggas hate me Tell 'em get a little more paper they could trace me Aimin for the stars and my gun is off safety Swag on mars and my group is on spacey We hit the club hoes screamin take me Fuck 'em then I tell 'em leave now they screamin make me! Niggas can't shake me, I be out in A.C. Shootin drug money block jumpin like Blake G Winner since H3 or when I rock the A.V. Moms had Christ in a bottle as a baby Now I pour Cris on a model like I'm crazy Young live nigga but these hoes say I'm wavy [Chorus: Troy Ave] I'm about to show you, why I am the shit And then after I show you, you'll be on my dick 'Cause I'm that nigga, but you don't know it yet I'm just that nigga, but you don't know it yet (Powder!) I'm about to show you, why I am the shit And then after I show you, you'll be on my dick 'Cause I'm that nigga, but you don't know it yet I'm just that nigga, but you don't know it yet [Verse Three: Troy Ave] Every re-up I'm buildin another level up Won't live life as a pilgrim I'm not a settler Shipment full of birds to my hood I'm Columbus We Cristal, Chris Wallas and Chris Dudas Gangsta rap saran the pack you pay me I dap You pay me I clap just statin the facts I wanna be a millionaire, so freakin bad Half waited off crack really did it the most Never did it the boast sittin amongst the gross, picture and gettin toast Countin and makin jokes 'bout hatin niggas that's broke I would kill 'em but me makin a killin is killin them slow (Die!) New car like a shot to the head (BLAOW) New bitch like I pushed her off the ledge (Ahhhh!!!!) New songs Flex bombs niggas fed When I do this million dollar deal niggas 'gon be dead I'mlivin takin pictures with the Kool-Aid smile Flashy dope dealer yeah you know my style Had no hope nigga I came up real wild Most of my friends are killers some of them blew trial See you in fifteen with good behavior If I don't make it doin rap I'm a be ya neighbor For now I'll be that nigga New York's savior Save ya breath the debaters and bet ya wages Powder! Motherfuckers!