The Originals by T.R.O. Boyz Lyrics
Aye
Fuck these niggas talkin' bout?
Forever turnt
Yeah
TRO Boyz
Oh yeah, TRO Gang or No Gang
All brothers
Eastside
[Verse 1: Smoke Dogg]
No more passes for him, we need send one
Dump out ashes for him, he a pack (Opp)
First forty-eight, heard he caught the first forty-eight
???, what's the addy? We gone get the pape'
???
Free the guys, got my dogs sittin' upstate
???
Thinkin' to myself ' what it's gone take?'
[Verse 2: TRO Boy DK]
DK
Who gone be my point guard? I'm catchin' plays
Got the whole block slappin' like a parade
Shout out to my new plug, I got a raise
Pockets on Special Ed, I got it made
Niggas actin' like they got it, this ain't charades
Yeah, you used to have a run, this ain't them days
Politely had to say 'excuse me', you in the way
Lifetime gym membership, I'm movin' weight (Work)
[Verse 3: Sko Dolla]
The realest one, but y'all knew that
That lil' as PUA money? We blew through that
Top dolla, you can put four then a one on it
Wanna talk that one shit? Then put Sko on it
Said they droppin' off that shit? Then put some mo' on it
Freshest nigga round this bitch, I could've won school crown
???
Ask around, we been the shit since them Coogi fits
[Verse 4: Money Mel]
I'm in this shit for real, niggas know I play for keeps
This the shit a nigga live, niggas know I'm in these streets
I got fifty in my 'K, you tryin' to play me like I'm sweet
Tryin' to run off on me, you ain't gone make it off these streets
Servin' niggas at the Murda' Mack, where niggas get murdered at
I kill niggas for real, and I kill niggas verbally
On Instagram, flexin' hard with some fake buffs
I'm the shit for real, and I ain't even gotta play tough
[Verse 5: Mi$tro]
Man, these niggas out here bitches, they be really mad
Last niggas talked about the mob, niggas did 'em bad
We the hottest niggas in the city, bitch, we next up
If you tryin' to beef with the squad, better vest up
If you really want the smoke, we can take it there
Chedda Ave the hood, 6 Mile, you won't make it here
If you really want some money, need to hit my line
Niggas ain't tryin' to get no paper? We ain't got no time
Gotta watch yo' back 'round these niggas, they be droppin' dimes
When we hit the club, we walk right in, we don't stand in lines
I just fucked this lil' nigga's bitch, now he talkin' choppas
They sick, they can't get on with the team, cause they work is sloppy
Fuck these niggas talkin' bout?
Forever turnt
Yeah
TRO Boyz
Oh yeah, TRO Gang or No Gang
All brothers
Eastside
[Verse 1: Smoke Dogg]
No more passes for him, we need send one
Dump out ashes for him, he a pack (Opp)
First forty-eight, heard he caught the first forty-eight
???, what's the addy? We gone get the pape'
???
Free the guys, got my dogs sittin' upstate
???
Thinkin' to myself ' what it's gone take?'
[Verse 2: TRO Boy DK]
DK
Who gone be my point guard? I'm catchin' plays
Got the whole block slappin' like a parade
Shout out to my new plug, I got a raise
Pockets on Special Ed, I got it made
Niggas actin' like they got it, this ain't charades
Yeah, you used to have a run, this ain't them days
Politely had to say 'excuse me', you in the way
Lifetime gym membership, I'm movin' weight (Work)
[Verse 3: Sko Dolla]
The realest one, but y'all knew that
That lil' as PUA money? We blew through that
Top dolla, you can put four then a one on it
Wanna talk that one shit? Then put Sko on it
Said they droppin' off that shit? Then put some mo' on it
Freshest nigga round this bitch, I could've won school crown
???
Ask around, we been the shit since them Coogi fits
[Verse 4: Money Mel]
I'm in this shit for real, niggas know I play for keeps
This the shit a nigga live, niggas know I'm in these streets
I got fifty in my 'K, you tryin' to play me like I'm sweet
Tryin' to run off on me, you ain't gone make it off these streets
Servin' niggas at the Murda' Mack, where niggas get murdered at
I kill niggas for real, and I kill niggas verbally
On Instagram, flexin' hard with some fake buffs
I'm the shit for real, and I ain't even gotta play tough
[Verse 5: Mi$tro]
Man, these niggas out here bitches, they be really mad
Last niggas talked about the mob, niggas did 'em bad
We the hottest niggas in the city, bitch, we next up
If you tryin' to beef with the squad, better vest up
If you really want the smoke, we can take it there
Chedda Ave the hood, 6 Mile, you won't make it here
If you really want some money, need to hit my line
Niggas ain't tryin' to get no paper? We ain't got no time
Gotta watch yo' back 'round these niggas, they be droppin' dimes
When we hit the club, we walk right in, we don't stand in lines
I just fucked this lil' nigga's bitch, now he talkin' choppas
They sick, they can't get on with the team, cause they work is sloppy