[Hook: Troy Ave]
Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot
Punch n***as in they face but I don't punch clocks
Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop
And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks
Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot
[?] a n***a gettin' shot
I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot
So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks

[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
I had a hard day at work but the work was self tho
Takin' me a break, a hustler never[?]
Every dollar you make a bitch try'na spend
Every dollar you make n***as thinkin' it's 10
If you don't understand the grind then n***a
You don't understand me n***a
And if you got a problem it's gon' be with a beat n***a
The name is Troy Ave but I'm far from local
My gun go off, I ain't from vocal
It be too much talkin' from suckas now
Who did a lil punk scams, think they hustlers now
These pussy ass n***as all wanna-be thugs
We catchin' bodies over here, get your mother some hoes
Embracin' my bricks on your neighborhood blocks
Ain't no beef till my money gettin' stopped
I'm shootin' me a n***a out they mothafuckin' socks
I'm a Dirty Martini on the rocks
[Hook: Troy Ave]
Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot
Punch n***as in they face but I don't punch clocks
Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop
And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks
Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot
[?] a n***a gettin' shot
I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot
So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks

[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
Yo, I don't wanna do shit but get money and fuck hoes (word)
Keep my coke number a few bellow [?] (word)
I'm talkin' 'bout grams, I'm talkin' 'bout Oz
I'm talkin' 'bout bricks, but you already know
It's your boy Troy Ave [?] swag
With the semi-auto on me, 'cause my nerve's fucking bad
I can shoot n***as, I don't shoot hoops
The birds got me ballin' so I stay in the Koop (skrrt)
[?] on the wheels, heavy on the chills
Keep atleast 250 20 dollar bills
N***as know the deal, n***as know I deal
So when you want to shop I give you a good deal

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot
Punch n***as in they face but I don't punch clocks
Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop
And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks
Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot
[?] a n***a gettin' shot
I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot
So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks
[Verse 3: Prodigy]
My baby it's a Mobb Deep party all night
We have a few laughs and tell a few lies
Whatever it take for me to get up in them thots
I tell them what they want
They give me what I like
Brooklyn, Queens they with, we gettin' ride
I'm 3 months home
I'm feelin' good to be alive
Got my California cousins runnin' with the 5's
Gangbang, maintain, all my n***as live
If we don't keep it extra hard, then who will?
Yeah them n***as spit rough but
They lack the skills
They keep every wolf fed and pay the house bills
And keep the songs comin' like I'm on them blue pills
Illuminati paid, my n***a I been lied
And bend arms like a wife beater
No ike, this is real hoody shit
No fraudulence
Troy Ave my co-defence
We gon' drink our pain away
I smell a rat - exposin' it

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot
Punch n***as in they face but I don't punch clocks
Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop
And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks
Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot
[?] a n***a gettin' shot
I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot
So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks