What's up, big mouth, you still talkin' huh
Pastor, blast ya, okay, and well uh huh
This for, all those, niggas, that talk the talk
Fuck nigga, I walk the walk, don't make me get my assault
No charge if I get caught, I am connected
Got this rap game on lock, hell yeah perfected
Y'all nigga's pathetic, come around with that bullshit
Fuck around and get gunned down, playin around in my pulpit
Soon as I pulled it, they'll say he's deadly
Hell yeah, you got that right, nigga I'm ready
Y'all should'nt have let me, because PT gone rock
24 wit 24 blocks, m-o-n-e-y
[Chorus] (repeat 2x)
I'm ready
I'm ready for war, fuck peace
I'm ready
I'm ready for war, I'm in these streets
I'm ready
My AR-15 up on my arm
And fuck them weak ass niggas
We droppin bombs
What's up, homeboy, what is the business
Pastor, church boy, can I get a witness
This for, all those, niggas that be poppin'
Seein' me in 6's, I don't never be stoppin'
Most niggas be watchin', other niggas be hatin'
Hangin' out their partner car, askin' me what's shakin'
Ain't nothin shakin', nothin but this mula
I see that you know me, but I don't know who you are
Therefore, I am, rollin up my window
Hasta luego, now it's back to my indo
Drivin' 100, mothafuck if I'm wanted
Take they ass on to Tennessee
Before they beat the hell out of me
Peep some real game from a mothafuckin G
Me and ???, me and Uncle B
Try to get some millions to blow
Take this shit, I don't need no mo'
Off in the condo burnin dro
With my bitch and my hoe
Gettin' me some fire fire, r-e-a-d-y
[chrous] (repeat 4x)
Hook:
You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine
You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my nigga's is the grind
Verse 1: Nature Boy
Check it out now
Rap stars be flexing
All about how they living ain't been through nothing
Everybody G'd up and thuggin'
Cold pimpin' or King Pin husslin'
Knowing half the time
Half of yo cream puffs dropping dimes, over petty crimes
And if ya ever get time, ya get ya came hit from behind
I done flip mo' breaks at 26 so quick through the click
Boy unit ain't shit
Done hurt mo' thieves then a little bit
If the ho chose me that's a pimpette
See I know the game
And most of y'all rappers lame
Ain't never sold 3 or 4 things
Never been a pimp
Never shot at point blank range
Y'all ho's just claimin' the fame
Hook:
You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine
You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my nigga's is the grind
Verse 2: Pastor Troy
Okay,
I'm in the mist of haters
So called gators and cash
The only creators is the niggas that flash
And then they make this dash to the race that's never ending
These niggas think they ballin'
But all I see is spending
And lending they flows to these groupie ho's
And take 'em to sto's and buying these bitches clothes
I know that y'all know better than that
So I'ma play a game of return of the mac
And bring it back
Just like little Joe
Cause y'all know how niggas do
For every bitch you want my nigga I got two
So shawty woopy di do if you got yo dick sucked
Nigga I got a bitch that get a kick out eating nutts
Gutts ain't shit
Head is all that
Why?
Fucking sweat when sucking dick the same effect
Put yet these niggas don't believe in the Kid
And I'm the kind of muthafucker that say fuck the shit?What they did, ain't never hit the breaks in the Chevy
Because I knew that all them muthafuckers wan ready
I was steady make money nigga fuck the date
Look at me now, got muthafuckers buying my tape
And I can't wait to Georgia State invite me to the village
Put me in the Georgia Dome nigga bet I can fill it
Can y'all feel it
I swear the God the lyrics sincere
It's Pastor Troy, Nature Boy lay it down like this here
Hook: 2x
You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine
You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my nigga's is the grind
[Intro]
Yo, yo mic check 1,2 1,2 (Y'all know what time it is)
This song is entitled (Y'all know what time it is)
DSGB throughin it up baby
The who, the what, the when and the motherfucking where
(DSGB off in this motherfuckaaaaa)
Ay yo y'all know what time it is baby
(Tell me the who the when and the where, you best believe PT gon be there)
Who - what - when - & where
[Chorus]
Now tell me
Who, what, when, where (uhh huh)
Who, what, when, where (well uhh huh)
Who, what, when (come on), where (uhh huh), PT right there
Now tell me
Who, what, when, where (uhh huh)
Who, what, when, where
Now tell me
Who, what, when, where, PT right there
Off of theeeee - rip I'mmmmm - snappin like a columbine
Never will I hesitate
Georgia on my liscence plate
Thankin' bout you underweights
I'ma run through ya
No ski mask I'm just gon motherfucking do ya
This dirty ass krueger 'll make a nigga thank
And I ain't no - new jack bitch I got rank
And motherfucka tank if it ain't got no rounds
I'm tryna handle business man but y'all clowns
Keep - comin' round flappin' ya cock suckas
& yeah I'm froma Atlanta - Atlanta I love ya
Now back to the who (uhh huh)
& back to the where (uhh huh)
You know that I'm there cause they here me sayin' yeah
The Pastor baby
I'm hard as a rock
They claimin' they done kicked Troy ass - boy stop
As long as they make my 10 bags you got the house
The hardest nigga puttin' it down in the South
Now tell me
[Chorus]
Yeah
Poppin' on my phone
Prayin' I'ma say yo name in my song (Timbaland)
Well dumb ass nigga will be yo' name for today
And don't say shit while I say - what I say
But any damn way
I still ain't talkin' 'bout the shit
You just like Lil' John say "you just a bitch"
That gun powder - spit
Haha - actin like daffy duck
We hog tie niggas to the back of the fire truck
My balls aint tucked
It's whatever gorilla nuts
I keep on truckin'
I'm the first nigga buckin'
Mr. PT
Optimist prime
The PT cruiser a.k.a prime time
Mr. October
Also known as number 2
As long as I'm second - then I'm after you
Ain't nothing else to do but rock the whole region
It's Pastor Troy
Georgia boy huntin season
Now tell me
[Chorus till end]
[Pastor Troy - talking]
Yeah (yeah)
This song is called Goddamn, Vica Versa
(I'm doin' my best to save my people)
It's like, (The people & I will rely in God)
Picture everything that you thought was good, was really bad
Everything bad, was really good
(What if Heaven was on Earth nigga)
The whole world, vica versa
(Good is bad)
Vica versa (Bad is good)
(Dear Lord am I the only one?)
This shit here, Goddamn, gon'
Go'n get you a fat blunt of that 'dro
Smoke that shit
(It's all vica versa)
Look up in the air nigga
(We rich nigga)
(This is what we doin', it's vica versa)
I know all these real niggas gone feel this shit
Vica Versa, Pastor Troy
(Vica Versa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if Heaven was Hell and vica versa
If I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya?
I reimbursed ya with the truth so you know my fate
And pray I die, I'm that nigga that they love to hate
I wanna make you use yo mind, God has sent a sign
And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your time
Again I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versa
Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture--the spirit man?
Do you understand that there's a war?
It's ragin' on and the devil got some ammo too
Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust off in the Lord
It's too corrupt, know that God gon' help me blow 'em up
I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I have no fear
I done witnessed too much Hell right here, lend me your ear
Recall the beer we had to po'
For all our niggaz hit the Devil with the .44
Payback nigga
My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter, battle alone
And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone
Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby
It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg Satan to save me
God I'm confused, the fuse of all these motherfuckers, makin' me sick
{*Virgin Mary never fucked nobody, but she suck dick*}
With a clique of nasty concubines, and vice-a versa
So she'll probably do the whole nine, that nasty ho
I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas, it's Satan's birth
I'ma try to smoke a pound of weed, and ease the Earth
While Jesus equiped with angels, the Devil's equiped with fire
For God so love the world that he blessed the thug with rocks
Won't stop until they feel me
Protect me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill me
It's vica versa
Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high
To see the Lord almighty nigga, I'm ready to die
My reply for any questions asked, "The Devil made me do it"
Who's the Devil may I ask?, It's so polluted
Up-rooted from all this stupid shit
See me cremated, my adaption to the climate
So glad I made it
Elated that they gon' go to Heaven
But do they know Heaven may not be th place to go
Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa
The devil's in me and I'll be damned if I'm gon let god hurt ya
Follow me...
[Peter the Disciple]
If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devil
A Down South Georgia Rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level
Remenisin' on all the good and the bad that I did
Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs
And servin' nicks and talkin' shit
This is vica versa no fuckin' commercial
Heaven or Hell, where do we go?
When we die, eternal fire or the street of gold
Only God knows, vica versa
pastor troy:yall watch this watch this
guy:no limit studio
pastor troy:yeah yeah yeah can i speak to p
guy:p aint here
troy a yo tell him pastor troy and them down south georgia boi's said since
very body think they soldiers then wuz up well go to war
song
what what what what what what what what what what what what what my nigga fuck
what you say aint noe moe playin G.A my niggga fuck what u say aint no moe
playin G.A my nigga fuck what u say aint no moe playin G.A my nigga fuck what u
say aint no moe playin G.A
wuz up big mouth big talk big game G.A pet takin aim
[Hook 1x]
Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it
Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug
High for a nigga like me to show luv
Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it
When the push come the shuv
Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what
(Verse 1): Eleven Twenty-Nine
Ya'll niggas better get fo' real (whassup)
Ya'll niggas know bullets kill (whassup)
Ya'll muggin' with ya'll grills (whassup)
Don't make me weigh this steel (whassup)
Some of ya'll be trippin' dope (whassup)
Now what you wanna go and do this fo' (whassup)
See them niggas kicking in yo do' (whassup)
Punk bitch nigga on the flo' (whassup)
I'm the kinda nigga that be ready (whassup)
Smoked out still chiefing on ghetty (whassup)
Ya'll kinda niggas just don't scare me (whassup)
??? ??? come and get me (whassup)
Peep a nigga been deep in the game (whassup)
and a bullet ain't got no name (whassup)
Ya'll niggas wanna get some fame (whassup)
We ain't gone play the same (whassup)
Slip the clip in the gat, then I roll
where them muthafuckin' niggas be hanging at (whassup)
Come around to the back (whassup), What was that? (whassup)
Put the slugs in the pipe, rat-tat-tat (whassup)
Some of ya'll niggas just be talking game,
recognized for the shit you said (whassup)
You the kinda nigga let it go to yo head (whassup)
Step to me wrong get popped in the head (whassup)
Hook 1x:
Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it
Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug
High for a nigga like me showin luv
Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it
When the push come the shuv
Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what
(Verse 2): Big Boy
Where my niggas from the east?, Where my niggas from the west?
Bulletproof niggas wearing bulletproof vests
Niggas with the clout, where my niggas in the south
Big boy back with the grill in his mouth
100 golds nigga how we do it in the south
M-E-M-P to the H-I-S
We gone fire, muthafucka it don't stop
Burn baby burn, we gone rise to the top
Ghetto made niggas living to make hits
Sippin on some remi coz we stay gettin' lit'
Fried in the brain coz I smoked that shit
Real muthafuckers know we gotta get it, oh oh
Coming through this bitch finna lay 'em on down
Mug on my face cause I keep a mean frown
Tennessee now a nigga ATL bound
Mug on my face when I mob through a crowd
Hand on my gat nigga get to loud
Hit 'em up with the uh, pow pow,
Hit 'em up with the uh, pow pow, pow pow
You can come up missing, if a nigga gotta bust the gat
I'm finna unload my 4-5,
cause my automatic finna come bring the drama
So you niggas represent or you gone die
Hook 1x:
Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it
Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug
High for a nigga like me to show luv
Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it
When the push come the shuv
Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what
Verse 3: Pastor Troy
Okay, they had hung me up on they cross for 3 days
I came down and went at they boss with the A.K.
Bullets ringing, I'm maintaining a steady grin
I'm killing him, I'm killing her, and any friends
When it begin I didin't know how to fucking act
You was so real, so treal, so fucking whack
If its like that, I'ma go and suit up bitch
You talk that gangsta shit
I am that gangsta shit
I got a army buddy, ready to kill you
I'm bustin' mildew, I knock yo' grill through
Cause I done proved that proof ain't need no evidence
I walked up on 'em, pop, pop, pop and I represent
Ready
Hook till end:
Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it
Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug
High for a nigga like me to show luv
Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it
When the push come the shuv
Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what
KD had called and gave me the word
Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
From the islands, as soon as K told me this shit, I started smiling
'Cause all I could see was money piling, shit, on top of money
Now, can't you come up with the money for the week, and Chesapeake
The heat made my nigga take a break
If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious
I'ma sell the fucking quart for the A.A., ha ha
As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice
If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice
This is ya nigga for life, go fight 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired
Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it
There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt
Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much
I guess I'll take Rhonda, 'cause Rhonda don't give a fuck
But first I got to pump her up, I'm give her what, 10 g's
Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me
Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse
But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out
I'm be waiting in the Chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out
If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich
Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch
Help me Rhonda, help
Help, help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help, help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Well, I'm the realist bitch, I'm mo realer than reality
Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty
FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly
Coming back from St. Croix, First lady to Pastor Troy
Even I'm a Georgia Boy, 'cause boy I'm ready jack
All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at
Drop it like a maniac, set it off by myself
Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else
Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin'
Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing
Now what's in store for you is 10 G's
That's enough for me, I don't give a fat fuck
What's the fucking hold up? About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said them motherfuckers had a truck similiar
Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head motherfucker
Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. and Chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me
If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder
But for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
A yo,a yo
Theres a pray for every real nigga in the country
When you wake up man,and shit feels like it's to hard to bare
Just repeat this prayer
I belive that jesus is the son of god,that he died and rose
Again to give us this day to eternal life
Throw it up and every thing gonna be alright
[pastor troy]
I'm the muthafucking president (come on, come on) 3x
Watch how I represent
Verse 1:
From the land where the constitution stand while niggas stumbling
Wondering, who is gone step up and stop the mumbling?
We all complain for better things
But who gonna bring the pain to make these muthafuckers shame
They weigh
My brother taught me that crime pays
We run up in another nigga shit with a.k.'s and mob thirds
Who gone have the last word?
Yo team or mine
Why don't we just rob them crackers blind
Quit being shine
My mind upsets me cause niggas a stress me
If yo ass don't wanna be set free,
Don't hinder me
I can see it from a mile away
I hate these muthafuckers
But I love the game they play
Like they so innocent
I know them fucking crackers bent
Cause niggas bent too
Look at all I been through
And I'm still running
Grab yo gun and grab yo bullet proof
But do not come if you ain't gone put yo shit to use
Cause this a muthafucking war
Hook: 4x
Uncle sam what's yo ransom
I got yo nieces
Please, don't make me blow these ho's to pieces
Cause they increasing
Verse 2:
Uncle sam what's yo ransom
Tell me what's up
Got a message for the pentagon
You fucking up
50 bucks and a canteen
Dogding the trap never will I join the army bitch!
Don't make me laugh
It's war
My niggas is burning and giving in
Either you roll with them or they throw you in the pin
To win, was all I ever wanted to do
Would you do it for me (no)
Then I can't do it for you
A soulja buddy, I was born on the base
Uncle sam want who? , get the fuck up out my face
The case is closed
I can't be treated like a ho
No push-ups, no sit-ups, I tell ya hell no
I been in the army 22 years to today
I rock my fatigues, I rock my muthafucking yay
I sweep on the bump and let it rid e on y'all punks
The streets my army and I been ready off the jump
I was that cool motherfucker
But living in the world of these cruel motherfuckers
Society done made me a fool motherfucker
And 16 shots leaving them pussies taking cover
I'm sorry mother
Motherfuckers just ain't like me
The fucking grave by 21 is so likely
A million letters from the pen and niggas writing me
Fuck the system! the dea selling all the damn yay
So I pray that them fuckers die
And when they leave let them pussy motherfuckers fry
And make they family eternally have to cry
And crucify me and label me the end right
I testify
I'm ready
Repeat 4x
Oh father, come and take me
I surrender I'm ready
Statistics said I wouldn't live to see the grey in my head
It's too much drama in the steets, too much he and she said
Wanted by feds, reg say they wanted ? dust and not toomb?
So I keep my eyes red and I stay in my room
I'm praying soon that my in come cause income done halted
If you got then I got it but anyone can talk it
And I thought it was simply me but it's universal
Cause the shit's the real deal trying to build a commercial
America, you tell me where's the freedom and liberty
This place ain't meant for me so I pack the quarter key
And move it like ryder truck them crackers already stuck
A path of my niggas because my niggas ain't give a fuck
Bout nothing they had to say, we always going move the yay
Your game but we can play and lucifer best to pray
That I do not do what I just planned to do yesterday
Repeat 4x
Oh father, come and take me
I surrender I'm ready
Them crackers have it fucked up I scooped the job for a minute
But couldn't deal with the pay I quit that shit in a day
Back on the grind serving my yay nothing to say but I cried
I'm told it's a better way but who going to pull me aside
They in they ride disappointed cause I have bad luck
I ain't never want to sell this shit my nigga I'm stuck
My people roll they window up and then they hitting they locks
It's fucked up but that's the way it is down here on the block
Man everybody serving rocks if not some rocks some weed
Everybody's trapped ha I can't afford the heat
It's kind of neat how they just creep and kick the door off the hinge
And when they motherfucking leave they thanking all of my friends
No way to win cause we are in for the ride of our lives
I was writing this shit I had to wipe my eyes
Cause this is chaos they after us we'll never succeed
Cause we some ignorant ass niggas but all we need
Is to see I guarantee if we stop competing
Get our children out these fucking streets and get them to reading
Now I'm just speaking shit who am I to tell anyone
I'm telling you it take nothing new up under the sun
You got your gun fuck your gun if you goin' run when they chase you
Why don't do you do some of that crazy shit you threaten the baser
Now or later we going to have to stand up and fight
We pay the taxes in this bitch nigga use your right
And yeah I know I ain't right but I'll be damned if I'm wrong
They say two wrongs don't make a right but yet it's making me strong
And when I'm gone I hope this song rang in your heart
My nigga ain't no better time than right now to start.
Repeat 4x
Oh father, come and take me
(phone ringing)
Troy:yea yea yea can I speak to (Master) P ?
Guy on phone:P ain'y here
Troy:Hey yo tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down South Georgia Boys said
since everybody thank they soldiers then what's up lets go to war.
Chorus:My nigger fuck what you say ain't no more play in G.A.
(feat. Nature Boy)
[Hook:]
You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine
You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind
[Verse 1: Nature Boy]
Check it out now
Rap stars be flexing
All about how they living ain't been through nothing
Everybody G'd up and thuggin'
Cold pimpin' or King Pin husslin'
Knowing half the time
Half of yo cream puffs dropping dimes, over petty crimes
And if ya ever get time, ya get ya came hit from behind
I done flip mo' breaks at 26 so quick through the click
Boy unit ain't shit
Done hurt mo' thieves then a little bit
If the ho chose me thats a pimpette
See I know the game
And most of y'all rappers lame
Ain't never sold 3 or 4 things
Never been a pimp
Never shot at point blank range
Y'all hos just claimin' the fame
[Hook:]
You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine
You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
Okay,
I'm in the mist of haters
So called gators and cash
The only creators is the niggas that flash
And then they make this dash to the race thats never ending
These niggas think they ballin'
But all I see is spending
And lending they flows to these groupie hos
And take 'em to stos and buying these bitches clothes
I know that y'all know better than that
So I'ma play a game of return of the mac
And bring it back
Just like little Joe
Cause y'all know how niggas do
For every bitch you want my nigga I got two
So shawty woopy di do if you got yo dick sucked
Nigga I got a bitch that get a kick out eating nutts
Gutts ain't shit
Head is all that
Why?
Fucking sweat when sucking dick the same effect
Put yet these niggas don't believe in the Kid
And I'm the kind of muthafucker that say fuck the shit? What they did, ain't
never hit the breaks in the Chevy
Because I knew that all them muthafuckers wan ready
I was steady make money nigga fuck the date
Look at me now, got muthafuckers buying my tape
And I can't wait to Georgia State invite me to the village
Put me in the Georgia Dome nigga bet I can fill it
Can y'all feel it
I swear the God the lyrics sincere
Its Pastor Troy, Nature Boy lay it down like this here
[Hook: 2x]
You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine
You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind
Troy:what that shit talking
Guy:uh,pastor troy
Troy:get the fuck away from my motherfuckin door
Guy:(knocking on door)this p nigga,i'mma sign you up nigga
Troy:i do not feel like being disturbed
Guy:that d.s.g.b. album was straight my nigga
Troy:will you please get away from my motherfuckin door
Guy:uugghhh!
Troy:i'll probly let your ass in
Nigga and I ain't never going to the door, without my piece
I don't know who's on the other side, beauty or beast
And if I do just happen to die, fuck that shit
I hope they bury me and drop me quick, I'm getting sick
Thinkin bout my so called enemies, til I explode
Grab the motherfucking 45, it's lock and load
And all these other pussy motherfuckers, they in danger
It's the wrong nigga to anger
The fucking dope
Slanger showed me how to do what I got to do
In this industry to make a livin
While all of my intentions was to avoid the prison
I'm still listenin for the lord to tell me that I'm forgiven
I'm drivin to the point of no return where water burn
I learn that nobody out here really gives a damn
I know I sell dope,i know I bust on bitches but from bitches
So my nigga shit I am who I am
And yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
It's pitch black so the shadow is a scene
I hear a faint voice red alert
Fuck that dirt and who you hurt
Young nigga persue your dreams
I started sellin dope when I was younger
What would you choose
Sell motherfuckin dope or hunger
It's up to you
But for me and the route I chose it wasn't my choice
Who's opinion who I need to voice
Just thank about it you's that nigga with no family
Ain't got no money
So you cant afford no sanity they thank it's funny
So you run across the tec 9 to kill the laughin
Then they say they can't believe this happen
Actions speak louder than words this counries yelling
And do we go to heaven or hell it ain't no telling
I put my trust in God and what's the odds of who's the saver
Fuck em please come back savior
'cause it's like this I don't speak so they fuck my shit
And now I'm faced with these crimes that I ain't commit
And it's fucked up 'cause them bitches be the main ones
They wanna stick a nigga for some shit they say he done
These motherfuckers talking all about my danm fun
While toting guns, death is gonna be the outcome
For all them niggaz, drink my liquor put my trust in god
I know that I must beat the odds, but this shit is hard
I disregard everything that they taught in school
With no diploma making move nigga who's the fool
As I sit with my strategy the game begin
And the lord take my life from me I crack a grin
Ha, ha, ha
To friends tha missed the smiling
Have no remorse nigga me and jesus wildin, like thugs
Cheifing leaves, and drinkin hennessy
Like on the corner
Picture God feelin marijuana
As I relax and devilish demonds disapear
I got the feeling that a nigga gonna love it here
I take ya biblical
Yall stay crunk off mystikal
Stay crunk off of p
As long as motherfuckin georgia can listen to me
We ready<17x>(till song fades)
We ready nigga we ain't giving a fuck about nobody,
'cause we ain't got shit to loose, I ain't got shit,
Girls voice:Previously on Pastor Troy
phone rings
Hello
Troy:Is P There
Naw P ain't here
tell him since everybody think they soldiers them down south georgia boys said
lets go to war
then snippets from no mo play in G.A., Pastor Troy for President,the city
Raise Me a soldier
Artist:PASTOR TROY
CD:UNIVERSIAL SOLDIER
Song Title:Raise me a soldier Track #10
Talking before the Song:
I Cant wait to have a son, Lil PT Nigga, Lil Pastor Troy
(Its gonna be real)
..............................
Anybnody can be a daddy, it take a real man to be a father, (this dedicated to all them niggaz takin care of they responsibility its on...keep it real).
I think back home how i was raised, and how it is now, and i'm Half the man.
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Man i'm played the fuck out,
and i cant do nothin bout it
my pop pushed me when i pouted,
then he grabbed me and shouted
Nigga thugz make this earth revolve,
all the simple shit that these mothafukaz cant solve..we forgotten
Now i aint gon' spoil you rotten, you's a punk if you's a nigga
while punks pull pranks us real niggaz pull triggers
And i figure that like father, like son..fuk the pack man, lets buy the 50 pack and a gun
Dont mean to take away yo fun, whats mo fun than money
and even when you move a-tons pay yo tides on sunday
Lets understand that the big man is Jesus Christ
Give him repect and them devils cant fuck wit yo life
Cause they'll entice you wit anything, bitches and broads wit bright ideas
Nigga...close yo ears or yo money dissapear, took me years fo i'd seen the light
And i'ma tell my son his great-father was right, like my father sat me down now sit down my boy
And make him understand what it means to be a Troy
And let the burdains i experienced make him laugh
But at the same time, let my baby clear his path
and all the math that them crakaz gonna teach in school, i teach him home
Teach him shit he would have neva know,
i teach him how to clip the dope and how to chop his rocks
I do it all for tha ship off tha old block..cause dats my blood
I'ma raise me a soldier, a soldier. I'ma raise me a soldier..a soldier, put my faith in Jahovah..Jahovah, teach me how to raise my soldier, my soldier!
My son, the one thats gon' take over the throne, and he'll me atone
When them bustaz doin wrong, its bound to happen
And i can see him laughing at trials and tribulations
Holla'in at the hoes help them wit they situations
Manipulation..? come on he'll be like me
And when niggaz knock his shit, he gon' tell em wit the quick
Theres a million ways to get to the top of the mountain
But the view is all the same, so fuck it i'ma a slang
He gone understand the his name the game bendin all the rules
So prove the move you make, cause nigga dats yo fate
gon' take a few mistakes but as long as he learn
Even the bird didnt know, just go get the worm
And he gonna earn mo blessings, his blessings teach his son,
his son gonna teach his boy, and reunions we'll enjoy
The visions of a Troy President of this nation
Brings a tear to my eye..What thugz aint 'pose to cry?
I rely on my intuition, and my position, God gon' bring me to a stong position
Now would ya'll listen, that the cristian and i cry for days, another child.
To raise him to the worldly ways..dats my blood
Pastor troy:
Kd had called and gave me the word
Said this nigga had ten birds, in augusta for the week
From the islands
As soon as k told me this shit, I started smiling
Cause all I could see was money piling
Shit, on top of money
Now, ? ? ? with the money for the week, and chesapeake
The heat made my nigga take a break
If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious
I'ma sell the fucking quart for the ? ? the ha ha
As I told k bye bye, he shot me advice
If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice
This is ya nigga for life
Go fight 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired
Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it
There's kia and jessica and then rhonda truitt
Now jessica to stupid and kia lie to much,
I guess I'll take rhonda, cause rhonda don't give a fuck
But first I got to pump her up
I'm give her what, 10 g's
Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me
Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse
But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out
I'm be waiting in the chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out
If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich
Come on, shit, rhonda, my down ass bitch
Chorus: I'm the realist bitch
I'm mo' realer than reality
Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty
Well I'm the realist bitch
I'm mo realer than reality (well uh huh)
Fuck that dumb shit (uh huh)
It take nothing to a casualty (what)
Fbi be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)
Coming back from st. croix
First lady to pastor troy (well come on)
Even I'm a georgia boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (well uh huh)
All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at (well uh huh)
Drop it like a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by myself (well uh huh)
Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else
Pastor troy:
Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin'
Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing
Now what's in store for you is 10 g's
(that's enough for me, I don't give a fat fuck
What's the fucking hold up? )
About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said them motherfuckers had a truck similiar
Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head motherfucker
Guess he most be know my bitch, rhonda watch them motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, that what, with k.d. & chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me
If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder
But for now me and rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder
This tha city
Fram me
My nigga is the grind
Move to mars
I'm made
In the begining god created drugs, and other thugs with other thoughts, the path thats never walked, the class thats never taught, often salt, cause salt from player haters make trials greater all of my plans i must do later. I made a bunch of bad mistakes, some bad decisions, but look at all the money i make i ain't b*tching, and i knew my position but my coach didn't put me in, so i quit the sh*t and went to selling dope with friend. I'm in the situation where i'm the only nigga cool, these niggas thank they balling but these niggas just confuse, cause i love to lose, so motherf*cking lost, to motherf*cking nothin, to motherf*cking boss. Face-off!
Ayo this ya boy Pastor Troy checkin' in right, yuh
This from the soul
Ayo, on this joint right here man we
"Out to just break it down to you man
Just the transition to becoming a man, this from the heart
That some of y'all gone have to go through man
Everybody on the sound of my voice, this from the soul
Everything gone be cool man, from boys to men
No one to guide me, I'm not here lonely
Childhood secrets still wid my homies
I recall days when I blazed up on the hill
Not knowin' wud the future would hold, just kept it real
We ridin' on the 'Lac with the boys to other schools
We catch 'em at dey football games and act a fool
And everybody know my name, it's Michael Troy
We made all them bullies respect Falcon Boy
I got my folks worried, I'm suspended everyday
Sometimes I ain't tell 'em and caught the train' to the A
The Fire Point Station, supreme location
I'm only 15, tho at the lil' scene
No one to guide me, I'm all alone
With no one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain, to ease the pain
Changing from boys to men
I've done seen stabbings, I've done seen shooting's
I've done seen a robbery, I've done seen two
But I ain't even 15, so when I turn 16
Im'ma get dat chrome thing wid da beam
My team was da wreckin' crew, like juice
The type of niggas on our side do, who was the truth
I bet them killaz on his side respect game
That other nigga from the southside, was lame
My name is Stone, Charlestown to the bone
Lil' Wayne and Scooby, we rocking MCM and Gucci
I'm nine years old, that nigga let me touch a Uzi
I wanted to kill, just like I saw up in the movie
No wonder one of my friend shot himself in his head
Playin' wid the gun from under his mothers bed
Don't wanna call his name too tough, we'll call him Fred
We watch my nigga while he bled, when we was young
No one to guide me, I'm all alone
With no one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain, to ease the pain
Changing from boys to men
Lord, knows we be tryin' hard, God watchin' over us
Mama told me "baby dun be goin' to school cuttin' up"
Did I listen, hell naw, listen let me tell ya'll
Streets transform mamas only into eight-ball
Errywhere I go, niggaz know I speak that poetry
See my Chilouette like I'm Alfred Hitchcock and they know it's me
Bottom line met a lot of niggaz on the grind
Getting them dimes
Murder they ass, escape the scene like I committed the crime
A friend of mine, don't rap he doing illegal business
18-Wheeler, Fed, X, bricks, did wid killaz
He smoke and dipped'em drunk with Crys and get to beating his bitches
Them bitches down though, come straight back
After they get through strippen
I'm outta' town, next to the church see his lil' brotha cryin'
Told me his brotha killed himself, I said nigga you lyin'
He put the gun to his mouth and blew his brain' out
He couldn't handle this goddamn shit that we sang 'bout
No one to guide me, I'm all alone
With no one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain, to ease the pain
Yeah this song is dedicated in memory of mister terell alfago davis
Mister davis was gunned down at the hands of two richmond county
Sheriff's department officers down here in augusta, georgia
My nigga i'ma tell y'all just like this
Them motherfuckers thank they some God damn bullies
But until we get wit they ass they gone continue to bully us around
And now all my niggaz done gone above the law
All my niggaz above the law
All my niggaz above the law
Why the fuck these niggaz fuckin with us, we ain't do nothin
All these pussy motherfuckers, they just be bustin
I gets the cussin the fuck, 'cause i, I gives a fuck
And then they lock a nigga up, disorderly conduct
And my luck ain't even left yet they done stuck my niggaz up
Guess they didn't know that we didn't give a fuck
Yeah above the law, yuck my dope off in my jaw
Soon as I saw em
My so-called nigga fronted, but I would throw em
Out like three strikes, so tight he claim to be
While laughin in my face this nigga was framin me
I guess he didn't see kd and greg watchin
On the roof trippin on three, my niggaz poppin
Droppin like bad habits while smokin a sack of cabbage
Pass the fuckin kid, sevem shots to his wig
Nigga see what you did and you brought it on yourself
Don't ever try to stop no hustlers wealth
You fuckin chump, jump and get yo' ass stopped (we ain't playin)
The motherfuckin crime scene, we ain't stayin
Relayin, what happened at nine o'clock
By twelve we gettin blowed off at the spot
We chop the remyiits v.s. to o.p.
Very soon opportunities are plenty
Fools trippin drankin on some bull, fill up my cup
Get the thankin bout them phony bitches, that stood me up
Test my luck, but I was never lucky
It took some triple gold d's for them hoes to fuck me
So fuck them, braves hat with the crooked brim
I know I'm blessed as I'm dodgin them fuckin narc's
Nowhere to rest
That bullet proof vest protect they chest, not they head
One shot to them bastards temple, them niggaz dead
It was said I'm a lunitic
But I'll be damned if I put up wit some stupid shit
'cause I'm above the law
(chorus)
One of my partners got caught with half a key
Since them crackers knew we was friends they askin me
Like I know, askin me the place to go to get this blow
And makin all kind of threats, like I'm gon' show
The flashlight gave a glow all in face
They askin me about this dope or catch a case
They askin me about the place, I can't remember
Me and him ain't made no moves since last december
Then I tucked a gram in my timberland boot
Went the tieing up my shit, told em don't shoot
A group of these motherfuckers, aproachin swiftly
Hands on they fuckin gun, as if they really
Was bout to take a nigga off, didn't look good
Then I thought about the shit, and knocked on wood
Now would they find this dope hidden off in my shoe
And if they did find the shit, what would they do
I knew that I was fucked up no where to run
All I saw was was walter waitin,four "0" one
A richmond county jail, ahh hell naw
Just that quick that my niggaz gone have that y'all
We bustin at all coppers, fuck what ya heard
And up the mini 14 and mouths burn, last word
I thank they stem, and couldn't finish
When I said above the law my nigga I meant it
Above the law
Come on 'cause, we almost there
We almost there 'cause
Goddamn, where the finish line?
Fuck this shit, I need some chees
And I need the cookie and the nestle
If I have to kill then God bless me
All these pussy motherfuckers, they shouldn't have test me
Left me looking like the villian , I was thinking of ending
Nobody knew what I was going through
All these motherfuckers saying what they gonna do
But then again all these motherfuckers ain't true
So who am I gonna trust, am I going on and bust
Myself nigga, damn this shit
Fuck riding round' nigga, fuck being rich
I can't take it, the shit to thick
And it ain't my fault
So I ought to give the motherfucker telling lies to me
Hey the say, what it's gonna be, but empty pockets all I goddamn see
D-e-f, no ones left, then again, shit no ones right
I'm a kill my damn self the night
I get fear, it ain't my fault he couldn't fight
It ain't like, when I motherfucking die, this whole world gonna fall apart
But it's a race, and I got a bad heart
Breath in the mouth, and I got a head start
I'm running for nothing, I'm running for nothing (x8)
So I'm gonna kill myself
A motherfucker tellin' me what he gonna do
When I knew the motherfucker wouldn't do shit
A nigga tease you, then a nigga leave you
Cause he heard that the shit done got thick, punk bitch
I'm still in the mood for cocaine
The only thing I see when a nigga look
Come and get the baking soda, then open up the powder
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? if it really don't matter
What the fuck you been through
If a motherfucker see you doin' better, my nigga I'm here to tell ya'
Motherfuckers gonna hate you
Not a clue, if I really wanna new motherfucking 22.
? ? far away
I never would have had a chance and would have killed myself on yesterday
Hook
This heaven, where the streets of gold, and why the hell is the a/c off
Where the fuck, all the loved ones that I lost
Fuck this shit, take me to the boss
Do you understand the cost, ever paid
In order for me to be here tonight
Nigga what's up, something ain't right
Tell the lord to turn on the damn light
Feeling like an angel when I take flight
Shit, as I try I'm on the damn mic
All my ? ? is out of damn sight
Look, why the fuck I was packed so tight
Nigga I ain't mike I'm michael
Think I'm in the wrong spot
Not only do I have on black, it's too hot
But why my k motherfucker ain't shot
I got those halos, hello, motherfucker shit nigga, I'm talking to you
Slap the clip in the tech 22.
Let the shit fly ? ? ?
Now I got a clue, where the fuck I'm at
Shawty want the tech and a nigga want the bud
Nigga just bleedin', motherfucker out of blood
Looking at me smilin', asking me what
I got cuts, but cuts got down
? ? shit I can't tell
What's up, big mouth, you still talkin' huh
Pastor, blast ya, okay, and well uh huh
This for, all those, niggas, that talk the talk
Fuck nigga, I walk the walk, don't make me get my assault
No charge if I get caught, I am connected
Got this rap game on lock, hell yeah perfected
Y'all nigga's pathetic, come around with that bullshit
Fuck around and get gunned down, playin around in my pulpit
Soon as I pulled it, they'll say he's deadly
Hell yeah, you got that right, nigga I'm ready
Y'all should'nt have let me, because PT gone rock
24 wit 24 blocks, m-o-n-e-y
[Chorus (repeat 2x)]
I'm ready
I'm ready for war, fuck peace
I'm ready
I'm ready for war, I'm in these streets
I'm ready
My AR-15 up on my arm
And fuck them weak ass niggas
We droppin bombs
What's up, homeboy, what is the business
Pastor, church boy, can I get a witness
This for, all those, niggas that be poppin'
Seein' me in 6's, I don't never be stoppin'
Most niggas be watchin', other niggas be hatin'
Hangin' out their partner car, askin' me what's shakin'
Ain't nothin shakin', nothin but this mula
I see that you know me, but I don't know who you are
Therefore, I am, rollin up my window
Hasta luego, now it's back to my indo
Drivin' 100, mothafuck if I'm wanted
Take they ass on to Tennessee
Before they beat the hell out of me
Peep some real game from a mothafuckin G
Me and , me and Uncle B
Try to get some millions to blow
Take this shit, I don't need no mo'
Off in the condo burnin dro
With my bitch and my hoe
Gettin' me some fire fire, r-e-a-d-y
[Chorus (repeat 4x)]
[Verse 1]
I'm in my big body Benz
Riding with 4 of my friends
Shoot a bird at them coppers
While blowing smoke in the wind
Up out the window my flag
I got my foot on the gas
Then my yak on the dash
Then we run up at yo ass
Riding the streets of Atlanta
Better take out the camera
D.S.G.B. on my banner, raised high
Until I die, bet I'ma through it up
It's Pastor Troy, 2000, don't give a
Throw up yo flags
[Hook]
Throw yo flags up! [repeat 7X]
Come on you scared, you scared
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
I got them fifteen's pushing, trying to rip up the speaker
Know that Pastor and Peter, on the hunt for the reaper
Call , CMB got the world in a dro'
We flexing hard in Atlanta, or we get the scope
It's GA, Georgia Tech or Bulldog
2nd seed we, and I'm bout to Boss Hog
Atlanta to Augusta a hustla straight out the rip
Them Georgia boys my army forever we stand equipped
Ready for whatever you better go ask around
We ain't bout to playground with ya, we cutting ya down
A million little boys trying to sound like me
Now everybody copying the one that dissed P
A second prized G, but I ain't chicken
Soon as you think I'm slippin you hear that pistol clickin'
And I'ma try my best to eat yo ass for dinner
Better throw up yo flag and tell me that you surrender
Throw it up
[Hook]
Throw yo flags up! [3X] yeah, yeah
Throw yo flags up! [3X] come on you scared, you scared
Throw yo flags up! [3X] yeah, yeah
Throw yo flags up! [3X] come on you scared, you scared
[Pastor Troy talking]
Down South Georgia Girls I love y'all
Pastor Troy representing for them Down South Georgia Girls
Y'all know what it is, D.S.G.G.
[Verse 1:]
Excuse me baby let me holla at ya right quick
I see ya sitting by ya self, can I sit
Been watching you since I jumped out the red six
It's Pastor Troy little mama, I run shit
I was just thinking if you got a minute for a nigga
We grab a bite to eat, maybe let me kick it with ya
I'ma be cool
If ya wanna we can hit the pool, all at the house
I know ya think this nigga is a fool
I'm from the south if ya got a minute we can chill
Do what ya like if ya don't baby keep it real
What's up tonite
I know ya like I ain't even told this boy my name
But I love the way he kicking his game
Then I got changed
[Pastor Troy talking to woman]
[Verse 2:]
How many folks ya know will open up yo car do'
You wanna smoke baby [inhaling smoke] its hydro
I'm looking at ya cause it's cute how you inhale
I think you gone fall in love with the ATL
I got my hand in the middle of the console
You know I wanna hold ya hand
You gone tell me no
If so, I'ma roll me up another beam
You done smoked all my weed now you acting mean
I'm coming clean
Looking at her like I'm innocent
So what's yo hobby how you feel about getting intimate
We hit the lobby checking in to the Radisson
Give me a suit now we chilling in the whirlpool
Let's go to sleep we can freak on the next trip
I know you drained I ain't coming on the sex tip
I'm shooting game everything was to get to know ya
Now if you'll excuse me I'll be rolling over
And I still got changed
[Pastor Troy talking to woman]
[Verse 3:]
I left that muthafucking ho on the top flo'
I kissed on her forehead boo I got to go
I'm making moves 22 fuck a real job
All I think about is money I'm in a mob
Hit the crib matching car with the outfit
What should I do if she see me with the chrome kit
The navy blue look at who got 'em turning heads
And then every dime legit so who is the feds
My eyes red cause I'm matched down cascade
A little fine red girl said she wanna play
I'm on the cell phone tripping baby where you stay
This how we do it down here in the letter A
And then I got changed
[Pastor Troy with shoutouts to D.S.G.G.]
[Pastor Troy]
I'm the muthafucking president (come on, come on) [3x]
Watch how I represent
[Verse 1:]
From the land where the constitution stand while niggas stumbling
Wondering, who is gone step up and stop the mumbling
We all complain for better things
But who gonna bring the pain to make these muthafuckers shame
They weigh
My brother taught me that crime pays
We run up in another nigga shit with a.k.'s and Mob thirds
Who gone have the last word
Yo team or mine
Why don't we just rob them crackers blind
Quit being shine
My mind upsets me cause niggas a stress me
If yo ass don't wanna be set free,
Don't hinder me
I can see it from a mile away
I hate these muthafuckers
But I love the game they play
Like they so innocent
I know them fucking crackers bent
Cause niggas bent too
Look at all I been through
And I'm still running
Grab yo gun and grab yo bullet proof
But do not come if you ain't gone put yo shit to use
Cause this a muthafucking war
[Hook: 4x]
Uncle Sam what's yo ransom
I got yo nieces
Please, don't make me blow these ho's to pieces
Cause they increasing
[Verse 2:]
Uncle Sam what's yo ransom
Tell me what's up
Got a message for the Pentagon
You fucking up
50 bucks and a canteen
Dogding the trap never will I join the army bitch!
Don't make me laugh
It's war
My niggas is burning and giving in
Either you roll with them or they throw you in the pin
To win, was all I ever wanted to do
Would you do it for me (No)
Then I can't do it for you
A soulja buddy, I was born on the base
Uncle Sam want who, Get the fuck up out my face
The case is closed
I can't be treated like a ho
No push-ups, no sit-ups, I tell ya hell no
I been in the army 22 years to today
I rock my fatigues, I rock my muthafucking yay
I sweep on the bump and let it rid e on y'all punks
The streets my army and I been ready off the jump
Muthafuckers I'ma soulja
[chorus]
It's plain to see you can't change me
Down south nigga 4 life
It's plain to see you can't change me
Up north nigga 4 life
It's plain to see you can't change me
West coast nigga 4 life
It's plain to see you can't change me
East coast nigga 4 life
Verse 1: t-mac
I'ma live by the game
Die by the game
It's in my blood
Cause real niggas don't change
Hustle first and ball later man
Guaranteed everything gone be greater man
Real niggas stay ahead of that game man
Focus on that goal
? living small knots till a night we see ya know?
We bringing drama to the do'
Cause we ain't no hoe's
Respect my mind or i'ma bust ya with a slug low
Show you how the game go, this shit is to die for
Representing real shit
Dirty south affiliate
Niggas in the club getting busted in whigs
Memphis, tennessee we throwing niggas off a bridge
Verse 2: pastor troy
And then hear I come right around the fucking corner
Eyes red smoking on that fucking marijuana
Somebody dead, looking mean
Where my niggas at?
Pastor troy then I'm blazin' with that infra-tech
I'm looking at 'cha cause I'm mad as a muthafucker
No time for suckers
A part time lover slash muthafucking hustler
I hang with s.m.k. and eleven twenty-nine
I love them fucking niggas we done did it off the grind
Verse 3: eleven twenty-nine
I be a down south nigga
Filiated with this
20 inches on my ride
In december the flicks
Call up e-40 on my cell phone out on the west
Cause we got business going down
Big faces, hundreds to stretch
I'm on the plane and I'm heading to new york for the c
My nigga gage got sick
Tell 'em what's finna be
The congregation just constructed and conducted the scene
Forever down south niggas keep yo eyes on the green
Cause I got family in gary, indiana up north
So when I'm there they show me luv
? so keep to these streets be the sort?
Deep in the bottom that's miami
Ask my nigga luke
Can s.m.k. hit you with beats that a make yo girl scream ohhh
Now where my ladies and my niggas from the north at?
Now where my ladies and my niggas from the south at?
Now where my ladies and my niggas from the east at?
Now where my ladies and my niggas from the west at?
[chorus]
It's plain to see you can't change me
Down south nigga 4 life
It's plain to see you can't change me
Up north nigga 4 life
It's plain to see you can't change me
West coast nigga 4 life
It's plain to see you can't change me
You know what's funny
When the shit that makes you laugh, makes you cry
Hell I'm 'bout ready to cry now
Thinking 'bout my cousin Brandon
And how we used to clown
And then I hear them two shots
And seen him hit the ground
I think about Chuck a rapper soon to be a legend
And then I see him lying there bleeding and begging
Now every second is divided up
At .5 I think of Brandon .5 of Chuck
And it's f**ked up 'cause, chuck died on my birthday
I'm celebrating 19 in the worse way
All I can say is that it's been about a year now
365 days of asking how, and still no answers
[Chorus]
We want some answers (*repeat 8X*)
I done had to cry so much that it's funny now
Dropping tears think its water balloons asking how
Could this be me, I couldn't see that better way
I'm just another black product of where I stay
Living hell, everybody I know sells or at least tried
To buy the plastic for black mail, see how they lied
I'm denied for everything, I quite applying
I can't even hear the birds sing, my partner's crying
I often see my brother lying, up in his bunk
Writing letters from jail telling me to keep it crunk
Label a drunk to my thirst quencher, a case of Bud
Got me looking at the bottle backward, letter switcher
No matter I'ma continue my journey, where was I headed
A challenge boy every second, damn I regret it
More regular than unleaded
Irregular mother, the baby and the child's father
Must be that each other, another child like most
Ain't no love, 'cause from the east to the West Coast
Baby thugs, they selling drugs f**k a pacifier
So why the f**k should I be scared of eternal fire
I want some motherf**king answers
[Verse 1]
I'm in my big body Benz
Riding with 4 of my friends
Shoot a bird at them coppers
While blowing smoke in the wind
Up out the window my flag
I got my foot on the gas
Then my yak on the dash
Then we run up at yo ass
Riding the streets of Atlanta
Better take out the camera
D.S.G.B. on my banner, raised high
Until I die, bet I'ma through it up
It's Pastor Troy, 2000, don't give a
Throw up yo flags
[Hook]
Throw yo flags up! [repeat 7X]
Come on you scared, you scared
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
I got them fifteen's pushing, trying to rip up the speaker
Know that Pastor and Peter, on the hunt for the reaper
Call , CMB got the world in a dro'
We flexing hard in Atlanta, or we get the scope
It's GA, Georgia Tech or Bulldog
2nd seed we, and I'm bout to Boss Hog
Atlanta to Augusta a hustla straight out the rip
Them Georgia boys my army forever we stand equipped
Ready for whatever you better go ask around
We ain't bout to playground with ya, we cutting ya down
A million little boys trying to sound like me
Now everybody copying the one that dissed P
A second prized G, but I ain't chicken
Soon as you think I'm slippin you hear that pistol clickin'
And I'ma try my best to eat yo ass for dinner
Better throw up yo flag and tell me that you surrender
Throw it up
[Hook]
Throw yo flags up! [3X] yeah, yeah
Throw yo flags up! [3X] come on you scared, you scared
Throw yo flags up! [3X] yeah, yeah
Throw yo flags up! [3X] come on you scared, you scared
Venom, all I spit is venom, a cobra
Richmond team and I'ma ride till its over
I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now
Say you want pistol play well then its Blah! Blah!
Cause I'm the pastor leader of a wicked church
Get a busting out in public, give a fuck who I hurt
Them hits was weak for the 2 triple O
Then ask me if I got your CD, ah naw hoe
Cause I am not from the city of bullshitting
As soon as we come its time for wig splitting
Since that is mentioned, I want everybody attention
You say you pimping, I send my niggaz for the lynching
Drenching your blood, God forgive us for we have sinned
Them Georgia boys, when we come we come like men
Fresh out of pen, I'm staring death off in da' blaze
With a fifth of remy pulling the pin out of my grenade
(Get paid!)
Chorus
I come from the city where don't play by rules
I come from the city where deh' ride a fucking fool
Well this that city, this that city, this that city
Okay I come from the city, if you lame its going to be
A bunch of niggaz biting my game but they can't touch us
I know they bubbling, I'm drinking remy out the bottle
Bout 5 benz follow my city is on and popping
I heard you hard, heard you the one that crunk the style
So drop your cards, I got the lowest in th epile
You cracking smile, we cracking mugs selling drugs
We hold love Atl fucking thugs
Its real boy you know the history
Mac 10's popping my capacity
My whole team praying that you make some noise
So we can introduce you to them Nik boys, yeah
I got killers doing time as I speak to you
Then some mo in the streets right next to you
And before you can say Troy it wasn't me 'cause
I'ma hit you wit the whole city three 'cause
You see a bitch slap a bitch oh' really
See you a fucking joker and I'm not fucking tickled
A blood tripper, that's me up out dat Ack 350
If that means me kicking your ass a damn skippy
In my city ain't no games, we learn your name
And where you went to school at and where you used to hang
And when I run across ya is where I'm going to drop ya
Breaking your punk ass off something proper
Chorus
I come from the city where don't play by rules
I come from the city where deh' ride a fucking fool
13X (fade)
I'm outside thirty minutes, tryin' to figure out
Which car match my outfit, come on
The hardest decision I've got to make, yeah
Which car I'm gon' take when I skate, yeah
I'm ridin' big ho, big ho, I'm ridin' big ho, big ho
The hardest decision I've got to make, yeah
Which car I'm gon' take when I skate, yeah
I'm ridin' big ho, big ho, I'm ridin' big ho, big ho
Cadillac, Escalade, candy red, I'm sittin' on blades and uh
I'm ridin' big ho, big ho, I'm ridin' big ho, big ho
1979 trans am, all them niggas can say is, "Goddamn"
I'm ridin' big ho, big ho, I'm ridin' big ho, big ho
Lexus coupe, Q45, gettin' my dick sucked, while I drive, nigga
I'm ridin' big ho, big ho, I'm ridin' big ho, big ho
745 on chrome Giovanni's
Who in the hell is these niggaz callin' country, baby?
I'm ridin' big ho, big ho, I'm ridin' big ho, big ho
The hardest decision I've got to make, yeah
Which car I'm gon' take when I skate, yeah
I'm ridin' big ho, big ho, I'm ridin' big ho, big ho
The hardest decision I've got to make, yeah
Which car I'm gon' take when I skate, yeah
I'm ridin' big ho, big ho, I'm ridin' big ho, big ho
Stop, hit your horn, blink your lights
Swerve that thang, to the right
Make sure you got big rims
The whip up on the clown time to peel
GTO's, Chevy Chevelles
I'm pushin' mine home to the ATL, yeah
I'm ridin' big ho, big ho, I'm ridin' big ho, big ho
1996 Impala, Turbo on that bitch, straight holla
I'm ridin' big ho, big ho, I'm ridin' big ho, big ho
The hardest decision I've got to make, yeah
Which car I'm gon' take when I skate, yeah
I'm ridin' big ho, big ho, I'm ridin' big ho, big ho
The hardest decision I've got to make, yeah
Which car I'm gon' take when I skate, yeah
I'm ridin' big ho, big ho, I'm ridin' big ho, big ho
I envisioned my rims since I was 19
Pukang white, interior dark green
Know what I mean, know how it feel
To come to the crib and muthafuckin' chill
Like that, in my garage I'm kickin' it hard
A Charlestown nigga, not Charles in charge, yeah
To get to where I'm at you got to do what I done did
That's if you wanna ride big, DSGB, we ridin' big
To my nigga, DJ Clue
All my homies on the southside ridin' big
All my homies on the westside ridin' big
All my homies on the eastside ridin' big
All my homies on the northside ridin' big
Miss PT, I'm comin' hard at ya kid
Universal soldier (yeah) (reciting the Pledge of Alligance) ya'll know what time it is this from the heart this ain't none of that flex
I'm a real American fight for tha right of every man 4x
when it rains it pours thunder and lightin' (un-huh) these cowards is triflan (come on) they got me watching for hijackers (un-huh) watching for terrorism (un-huh) but i ain't playing with 'em that nine get 'em its horror when don't know if you ever gon' see tomorrow or yo partna maybe ya love one maybe ya auntie think you gon' take from me well then it's on G Jesus is comin' back soon as they attack I bust my rifle i wave my bible crankin' my army up because we know whats up they hit tha Pentagon and now its babylon Bless America
I'm a real American fight for tha right of every man (Bless America)
I'm a real American fight for tha right of every man (Bless America)
I'm a real American fight for tha right of every man (Bless America)
I'm A real American fight for tha right of every man
America (America Baby) No country like it (un-huh) Americaaa (un-huh) let's get united we all fight it a couple cases of antrax no i ain't sweatin' me and my homies got army gadgets no it ain't magic ya bomb me i bomb you (un-huh) Lets get Saddam too yeah Pastor sucka U.S. marines army navy on tha same team it's not a dream it's reality miseducated to all casulties you capture me im a be dumpin somethin' im from america buddy you betta tell 'em somethin' yeah Asumud Bin Ladin we see yaa we blastin' we really want you dead or alive and when we catch ya got a suprise fuck tha talabon fuck tha marathon sucka fuck every thang and just let freedom ring Bless America
repeat hook till end
[phone ringing]
[Pastor Troy:] Y'all watch this, watch this
[laughs]
[Guy on phone:] No Limit Studios
[Pastor Troy:] yea, yea, yea, can I speak to P?
[Guy on phone:] P ain'y here
[Pastor Troy:] Hey yo, tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down South
Georgia Boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then what's up we'll
go to war
[Voices in background:]
Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha
Wha, Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha
[Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background)]
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
[Pastor Troy:]
What's up, Big mouth, Big talk, Big game
Teacher's pet, takin' aim, pop the Tech, takin' aim
Plenty range, plenty shot
Plenty change, plenty glock
Pack the heat and I'ma keep em' hot
And I'ma take my stress right off the top
'cause I'm not, nothing like
Anyone, once on the mic
Wish you might, show ya right
Have ya'll thinking I'm Barry White
In the night, pack em' tight,c all a fight, T.K.O.
We got mo', you ain't know, numero, uno,
Keep a O we burnin slow, we optimo, y'all swisher sweets
And don't compete, I'm too unique, sit back be quiet when the Pastor preach
I made the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself
It be Pastor Troy, D.S.G.B, represent until my death
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear
You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, 'til you come down here
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear
You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, 'til you come down here
[Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background) (2x)]
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
[Pastor Troy:]
Fake real, fake soul, sold this, sold that
Story grew old, old 'vo's, old lac
But I'm back, verse two, and you, know me
Ain't no, owe me, you die, slowly
Holy, Bible, assault, rifle
Thou shalt, not kill, unless they make you feel
Like they, superior, naw brah, who you wit'
D.S.G.B. my clique, all the money that we can get
In the mint, gone and pick, I'm like Vick, Vapor Rub
Pinch a nick up out your dubb, who the fuck you think I was
Enough of, talkin', talkin', what's up
Is we, actin up, you best, be backin up
Rember, re-up, red mouth, straighten me
All these niggaz be hatin me, because we keep all the D
O-P, add a E, O.P.P. we ain't down
None of my folks don't fuck around, quick to spit every round
Come on clown, you so bad, you so raw, you so mean
In the car, looking mean, all you see, is the green
I'm the king, of the thrown, still shown, every song
Punks due to not live too long, Pastor Troy and now it's on
[Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background) (2x)]
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
What say the fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
[Pastor Troy: ("We Ready!" in background for last 8 lines)]
I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit my hobby,
Bought a little Arm & Hammer, cook it, then sell the copy,
Got me watchin for coppers, all I want is to prosper,
Niggaz climbing with me, don't know they claimin they "G"
So bump this beat 'cause it's real, just change your air change the station
Watch the story bout hatin', then another bout bassin'
I'm takin' riches to get it, but now I'm sick of this shit
So with these last couple of dollars, we gone flip it legit
I bought this beat machine, bout big as a calculator
Who would have ever dreamed we hit the studio later,
Its like I owe them bassers, for making me take this serious
Wasn't for the struggle 'cause, you would not be hearin' this
In the mist I'm frisked bout three times a day,
What I'm doing down here, nigga this where I stay
I just pray, that I relay, the message to some
And let them know, goddamn, ain't no more play where I'm from
[Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background) 2x]
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
[Verse]
Iiiiiii'm comin, two .50 cal's in hand
Long goat-tee nigga the Taliban
I'm Murda Man, I'm tryna murk somethin
This ain't for ??? cheese I'm tryna hurt somethin
These niggaz claimin g'z, claimin they run the South East
How you run the shit in that buck buck Caprice?
Atleast, you oughta know bout my flow
The P the T the R the O
The Y nigga, I'm so fly call me jet
Jump off in the ocean still ain't wet
I flex, I motherfuckin ball better ask em
Catch a nigga talkin shit n motherfuckin blast em
Murda, m-u-r-d-a
Im pumpin gats at whoever in the way
Im back wit gun play, don't think they undastand
But I don't think they wanna fuck wit the Murda Man, Murda Man
[Hook]
I don't think they wanna fuck with the Murda Man
Fuck wit the Murda Man, fuck wit the Murda Man, Well Uh-Huh
(4x)
[Verse]
Yaaaaa'll trippin, now everybody crunk
Yall niggaz gon make me pop the trunk
Cuz I remember way back in the day
When the ATL wasnt gettin no play
Then I came out, dropped We Ready
Niggaz went to bouncin, ridin them box Chevy's
But I guess that was then, this is now
When I catch ya ass in the street the gun blow, blow
I represent the hard, I represent the angle
I represent the real, I represent the danger
I represent the cars, I represent the dream
I represent respect, I'm representin my team
It's Mister PT aka Murda Man
Ya pistol in ya car, my pistol in my hand
And you can ask Chan, I shot a nigga van
Dont think you understand, I'm the fuckin Murda Man, Murda Man and
[Hook]
[Verse]
Stiiiiiiiill spinnin, empty my magazine
I jump off in my limousine and flee the scene
This ain't the SWAT team, this ain't Lil Scrap n them
I rep that hard shit and fuck a platinum
And Little Jon, used to by homey, used to be my Ace
Now I wanna slap the the taste out ya mouth
Nigga down south I'm a legend
When ya see me keep motherfuckin steppin
And flexin, so what you gotta A at nigga
That don't mean shit to a south side killa
Wussup Shay? wussup Tod?
On that ass, Shady Park
Murda, M-U-R-D-A
Im bustin shots at whoever in my way
Cockin my A-K, don't think they understand
But I don't think they wanna fuck wit the Murda Man, Murda Man, and
[Hook]
Verse 1:
Now who the fuck wouldn't be fucked up
In the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life
A nigga beats his wife, damn it's hurting me
But I can't help her man the way this grind be working me
Dodging the narc's
Cop's pulling up they fuck with us
Cause we on our corner
Can't tell 'em what I wanna
If I do i'ma gonna
They leave put they just ride the block
I serve my rocks, bump 'em out before they next stop
Fake ass cops
Why the fuck these niggas fuck with me
Muthafucker, I'm the one that pay ya salary
Don't get fired
Green making me so tired
Telling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore me
I know you could have been
All I say is should of been
Fuck reminiscing nigga how many hits ya getting
So I can hit the house
Try to smoke a ounce,
Let the weed protect me
From everything I see in this fucked up reality
Hook: 4x
I'm bout to move to mars y'all
The world a mess
Verse 2:
So I'm stuck to fearing of myself
I'm nineteen going on death
I should've left when I was born
Cutting ambilical's
The doctor should've cut my arm, right at my vein
The pain make's me smoke the reefer
Helps me relax
It helps me really see this shit, I face the facts
I act like I'm loving life, then I act fo' real
Nigga's is getting shot, nigga's is getting killed
But still nothing's done
Questions asking me how--can I sell to my people
My people won't help me out
I'm pissed but I can't pout
Nothing change cause I'm mad
Understand life comes and goes
So I guess it's a fad
I often had to little, simulator my friend
So you can't hate me or this game I'm in
I have been with out a damn dime
And it's fucked up, cause it's happened more than one time
Therefore I grind
I find myself angry
November 18, God let this world claim me
Against my wishes
But this is how a nigga do ya
Once ya born, it's like the lord never knew ya (cause why)
Cause this hell
Ya either sell or ya getting sold
Like we some slaves
Though they say that we free, it's the same shit today
A better way, don't lie to me
The realest nigga
All I can see is reality
God told me?
Hook: 8x
I'm bout to move to mars y'all
The world a mess
Verse 3: pastor troy
I've seen enough
It's like I'm seeing the same shit again
Nothing but thugs as friends
Pretend it's cool
Yeah, pretends it alright
And this nigga begged me for food for the third night-in a row
I didn't know that my own was so hungry
I wonder if I was a bum would my people disown me
Rather lonely, but than again hell we all alone
To keep me from snapping,
I'm acting up on this songs
The wrong damn nigga
The wrong damn time
The right brand of liquor
The right size dime
I blaze and hit the hennesy
And I realize, this world wasn't meant for me
Reality
Hook until fade
I'm bout to move to mars y'all
This that flip(yeah)
and it's on
ayo, this for all them down south georgia girls out there shakin in dem clubs
(yeah) and it's on
(yeah) foxy ladies, Jazzie T's
(we spending G's over here) Magic city in da house
wasup baby(boom boom room baby,Boom boom room)
pop dat p*ssy for dem boys, pop dat p*ssy boo
chorus 2x
pop dat p*ssy baby, show dem n*ggas you aint scared of him
shake dem titties baby, show dem b*tches you aint scared of him
pop dat p*ssy baby, show dem n*ggas you aint scared of him
make em get dat money right,make em get dat money right
Verse 1: Pastor troy
I step in da club sippin me some grey goose
Dis bitch on da stage gettin muthaf*ckin loose
she poppin her p*ssy down to da floor
she flickin her tongue I love dis hoe
she shakin her titties she poppin her ass
her p*ssy so gushy I'm spendin my cash
and spendin it fast cause i wanna f*ck
and don't give a f*ck i'm asking you what
are you doing later cause i wanna leave
drop da top feel da breeze
I'm spendin some cheese
I'm V.I.P
DSGB ya boy P T
me and my georgia boys in here ballin hoe
you don't gotta go i'll find another hoe
cause my game is to notch
yea bitch shakin dat ass and grabbin her titt's
turn around and pop dat sh*t
the way dat she grabbin da pole(I like all dat)
the way dat she taking dat thang low(I like all dat)
the way she smile while she dance(I like all dat)
got my d*ck rock hard in my pants(I like all dat)
the way she dance wit her girl(I like all dat)
the finest b*tch in the world(I like all dat)
goddamn look at her lil P(I like all dat)
sexy eyes pretty feet(I like all dat)
Chorus 2x
pop dat p*ssy baby, show dem n*ggas you aint scared of him
shake dem titties baby, show dem b*tches you aint scared of him
make em get dat money right,make em get dat money right
Verse 2: Lil Pete
(lil P, Lil P)
pop dat p*ssy baby let me see dem tittie's roll
make a n*gga hard pull a n*gga on da dance floor
work it fast work it slow take dat p*ssy to da floor
up and down all around let me see dat p*ssy now
let me see dat ? let me see dat booty hole
pop dat p*ssy baby til da muthaf*ckin club close
get ya do get ya bread shake dem n*ggas for their cheese
let dem other tricks know you about yo cash flow
make ya do from da stage f*ck wat da b*tches say
b*tch you gettin major pay b*tch in a major way
open up open wide hit em wit da baby oil
oil her down real good make sure she real fine
lookin good smellin good b*tch ya on dat all night
give dat hoe her spotlight shake dat sh*t wit all yo might
make dat booty cheeks get tight make dat booty clap b*tch
make dat booty clap hoe cause we bout dat cash flow
Chorus 2x
pop dat p*ssy baby, show dem n*ggas you aint scared of him
shake dem titties baby, show dem b*tches you aint scared of him
pop dat p*ssy baby, show dem n*ggas you aint scared of him
make em get dat money right,make em get dat money right
Yeah! ay yo, this ya boy p troy right, and this joint right here is for all dem ni**az, comin' to shows, We crank that thang up, Ya'll already know what time it is.
It is a-bout to go down,
Them ni**az came in the club just to fight,
I'm chillin in the v.i.p right,
All I see is a ni**a gettin bucked,
Security bout to sketch his a** up,
Oh sh**, now dem hoes bout to scrap,
Oh sh**, now da bi*** done got slapped,
Somebody need to call the police,
These ni**az don't want no peace(no peace),
If a ni**a hit me it's on,
God damn man, ya shoulda' stayed home,
I'ma slap me a ni**a with the kriss,
If he keep carryin' on like dis,
Uh oh, they done got on the bar,
Take me to my motherfu**in' car,
You been waitin' to erupt all night,
Them ni**az came in the club just to fight.
Chorus:
Them ni**az came to the club just to fight(just to fight),
Them ni**az came to the club just to fight(just to fight),
They throwin' bows(throwin bows),
They throwin chairs(throwin chairs),
They over here(they over here),
They over there(they over there)
(x 2)
It is a-bout to go down,
Still got me in the club,
I can't help it man, damn i'm a thug,
Uh oh, there go another chair,
I'm over here, you over where?
Uh oh, lil shawty got a blaze,
take me to the motherfu**in' stage,
Lil buddy in the corner need help,
Don't come to the club by yaself,
Oh sh**t, now somebody done got kicked,
Oh sh**, now he back wit his clique.
God damn, all dis shootin' outside,
Yeah baby i'll let ya get a ride,
I'ma make sure u make it home safe,
Matter fact we stay at my place,
It's been waitin' to erupt all night,
Them niggaz came in the club just to fight
chorus (x 4)
{RING RING RING}
{Talking}
Pastor Troy:
The last chance I got to make shit hot around here. Hello. If I don't go platinum I'm lettin go you can't feel me you just a muthafuckin hoe so now you notice I done got this crunk but who get crunker than the cranker smoke me a half a dro and turn the drank up
[Hook: 8x]
Nigga don't fuck with me I'm having a bad day
[Verse 1: Eleven Twenty-Nine]
Sometimes I get in a mood when a nigga wanna hate this
Sitting back watching niggas die
You don't really wanna face this
If you niggas want it
I'm take 'em all down with some buck fire
Flip 'em off with a couple of rounds
Hundreds in my clip like that when I click clack
With my click better what
Coming from the waist better what
Eleven finna hit 'em with the what
Troy finna hit 'em with the what
Kill 'em all when they be thinking that I'm playing with 'em
Knowing that we gone get 'em
Watch how many bullets hit 'em
Leave 'em all dead
Aiming for the head
Running from the feds
Living for the bread
Y'all just don't know all the shit that niggas done said
Trying to get paid in a cold world
When it ain't all-to the good y'all
Wanna big ball
Wanna shot call
Wanna test this
Make a death wish
[Hook: 8x]
Nigga don't fuck with me I'm having a bad day
[Verse 2: T Mac]
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
Cause I'm having a bad day
Sat up in my bed got out the wrong way
Reload my clips in both my a.k.'s
Brush my head cause I ain't got no braids
Bad to the bone when a nigga get wrong
And I'm still bucking with my muthafuckin' tone
Niggas you can't handle this so leave this alone
I'm the type of nigga right even when I'm wrong
Jump out the ally making niggas get gone
Y'all ain't ready
If you will then it's on
The Congregation got yo mind in a zone
That we kick better cover up ya dome
Cause it's gone be on till the break of dawn
In tha dirty dirty where them niggas riding chrome
Quick to bust a slug at a nigga
Take a plug
Got that nigga from my muthafucking home
[Hook: 8x]
Nigga don't fuck with me I'm having a bad day
[Verse 3: Pastor Troy]
I pump slugs
Pow, pow, pow, pow, plow
Yeah bitch, shit what the fuck you saying now
My whole click, been begging for this gangster shit
I pack a deadly weapon
Bitch I'm the crucifix
The Virgin Mary gave me head last night
I flipped her on her knees
Shook ya ass with that pipe
Nigga the whole fight between me and Lucifer
And I think he winning because I be steady shooting
It ain't nothing new to the- - muthafucking moon
I'm sent to hell cause heaven ran out of room
The sonic... boom just like street fighter
But I drank gasoline and I smoke muthafucking lighters
[Hook: 16x]
Nigga don't fuck with me I'm having a bad day
Girls shakin that ass boy (Yeah)
Shakin that ass all in yo lil young face nigga
(Yall know it's on)
Them girls say, 'Troy bring another
Pop That Pussy for us'
(Get 'em out them thongs)
D.S.G.G. where y'all at?
(Ain't nothing but some money in here)
Them Down South Georgia Girls
(Yall know it's on)
Get this money right (Get that money right)
Get 'em out them thongs
[Chorus] 2x
She on her hands and her knees and she workin that ass
She on her hands and her knees and she twerkin that
She on her hands and her knees and she shakin that ass
Straight poppin that ass, I mean she droppin that ass
[Verse 1]
Step off in the strip club dead fresh
Right in time for the amateur contest
Go to the DJ give him bout 500 hundred
I got some mo hoe I wanna see how bad you want it
Who is this caramel from the A-T-L?
You know the business, my dick is hard as hell
What you wanna do? Where the V?
Where the after P? What you drinkin B?
Why don't you come and dance for me?
Take it to the ground don't be dancin all nonchalant
You don't wanna dance
You don't wanna hit my fuckin blunt
What you really want is the money, you can tell me
I'm the consumer, what you got to sell me?
I'd rather pay, 'fore you call me everyday
Talking out the way because I won't say
Where I'm at, or what I do
A matter fact Ms. Bree fuck you
[Chorus] 2x
In the V.I.P wit this new chick
They say they call her White, White Chocolate
Greased up from her motherfuckin toes up
Went to poppin that ass, had to tell her hold up
Droppin hundreds, gettin blunted
Cause she super stunted
PT tryin to cut
White Chocolate what's up?
I got the pent house, me and my nigga Red Mouth
Round up yo homegirls and then we all can ride out
Limo at the do', don't go if you playin hoe
Take it to the flo', let me know that you is fo' sho'
I ain't wit the games, spendin change I'm a balla
I'm a act a bitch when I know I ain't gone call her
To all the, niggaz in the club spendin cash
She on hands and knees, she shakin that ass
And shakin it fast, and shakin it faster
Make that ass clap for the motherfuckin Pastor
[Chorus] 2x
Aye yo this joint right here is for all my ladies
(Yall know it's on)
Across the motherfuckin nation
We do this big baby (Get 'em out them thongs)
All the DJ's in the strip club representing
that P-Troy shit (They know it's on)
What's up baby we doing this thang big
(Get 'em out them thongs)
What's up Cacky Lac, what's up Charlotte
Ga in this motherfucker, Ga in this motherfucker
Gentlemen's club, Boom Boom Room, Boom Boom Room
All the strip clubs drop this motherfuckin blaze
Crank this shit up, Let's get paid
It's going down in a major way
What's up TD, what's up Royal, what's up Drama Boy
Where they at? Let's ride y'all, let's ride
Man it's 4 o'clock in the motherfucking morning
It's 4 o'clock in the damn morning
I'm drunk as hell, let's go
Take me home
[Pastor Troy talking]
Pastor, disaster
I'm just laying down my bass shit
You know my bass my bass one
Y'all God damn (well UN-huh nigga)
Crank that bitch off the chain
Yeah, ya'll niggas know what time it is
PT in the house (nigga)
A yo and this is for everybody bustin' bottles
Give me a P, give me an A, give me a S, give me a T
Give me a P, give me a T
[Verse 1]
Hold up, wait a minute
Let PT, with gangsta in it
Fin'sta win it
I'm talkin' 'bout the trophy
Got me chillin' with this bitch name Sophie
She say she know me from one night in the Vail
Then say I was smokin', tellin' her to inhale it
Now that sounds like me
The mutha fuckin' Pastor nigga the ole G
DSGB tat' across my chest
And hell yeah nigga I put that shit in my flesh
The be for best, but these bustas just keep on poppin'
Know when they play my shit the club rockin'
You niggas watchin'
My thirty-two is in 'tact
Got that tuck between my dick and nut sack
I bet security didn't keep steppin'
I'm on the dance floe' wit' my weapon
Chug-A-Lug
[Chorus 2x]
When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug
When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug
I'mma role up wit' these thugs that Chug-A-Lug
Puts a back in that mug we Chug-A-Lug
[Verse 2]
Nigga, yeah (yeah)
Ever seen a remmy bottle this big
Just an imagine how it gone feel against ya' wig
pussy ass nigga, my nig'
Take another swig
Throw up my set
Dog tags hanging like a Vietnam vet'
Some bitches sweat
And some niggas looking dirty
Mad wit' me 'cause they in the club thirsty
I'm talkin' 'bout tongue hanging down to they throat
Broke ass nigga talkin' 'bout they saleing dope
Look hea' folk, let us leave the bar
If you ain't got no money, then take ya' ass to ya' car
Ya' dealing' with a star
Far from sulfa
Ya' catch me in a Benz or the Rover, it's ova
I buss a mutha fuckin bottle wit' my cuz'
Toast each other and Chug-A-Lug
[Chorus 2x]
I will always pray for you, Atlanta
Yeah, yeah, we crankin' this for all tha G's on the east side
We doin' this for all the Gangstas on the west side
We doin' this for all the kings on the south side
Yo, and it's on ATL and it's on ATL, ATL
It's on, and it's on ATL it's on, and it's on, it's on
As I look at you road from the window
Reminising on the places that I been yo
On the road doin' shows fuckin' thugged out
Crank tha club up get a playa drug out
This is clear though, on the road pleasin' my fans
From city to city sometimes it's hard man
My girl is 'bound to have me trippin' though
She tellin' me she love me more than I will ever know
I miss tha crib yo, I'm in the streets
Doin' shows four nights out tha week
Yeah, sometimes the king misses his own throne
Pastor Troy and I miss home, ATL
Atlanta, I'll rep for you
I'll always be there for you
Atlanta, I'll rep for you
I'll always be there for you
I done seen more hotels than my house
I done seen my home boy runnin' his mouth
I know it sound crazy but baby, understand
Every night, I'm out at least ten grand
So we can rock Louis Vuitton and have fun
While puttin' up a college fun for my son
And when we sip we sip Dom Perignon
And when we dip, it's [Incomprehensible]
I know sometime it feel like I am just headed for the cheese
And every time you wanna chill it's like I up and gotta leave
But baby, I am your king and the crib is my throne
I can't wait 'til I get back home, to ATL
Atlanta, I'll rep for you
I'll always be there for you
Atlanta, I'll rep for you
the pain enhances the misery swells
im screamin' ya name from a mountain in hell
im so low that the grounds above me
it seems as if no one cares to love me
maybe im crazy, addicted to pain
maybe the cocaine destroyed my brain
private conversations with kurt cobain
im drownin' my fears in the acid rain
chorus
demonic intentions take ova your mind
like leaping from a building for the 50th time
stay away from drugs little boys and girls
unless u wanna live in the under world
(the under world the under world unless u wanna live in the under world x2)
the sun goes down as the darkness prevails
loss of conversation with jazabell
shes so high always treatin' her nose
her blood run black when her cycle flows
maybe im psych'd out for layin' her down
knowin' she done been wit every man in town
maybe im hellbound for living insane
im drowning my pain in the acid rain
chorus:
demonic intentions take ova your mind
like leaping from a building for the 50th time
stay away from drugs little boys and girls
unless u wanna live in the under world x2
(the under world the under world unless u wanna live in the under world x2)
All of the heartaches and all of the pain
all of the tear drops from acid rain
theres one drop gone 'cause they think im insane
its all in my mind with the use of cocaine
like drinkin prefusily and flying a plane
so intoxicated i cant stay in my lane
private conversations with kurt cobain
[Chorus]
Muthafuck them niggas
Imma burn them niggas
Imma take them niggas wit me (wit me!)
Muthafuck them niggas
Imma burn them niggas
Imma take them niggas wit me (wit me!)
Muthafuck them niggas
Imma burn them niggas
Imma take them niggas wit me (wit me!)
Muthafuck them niggas
Imma burn them niggas
Imma take them niggas wit me (wit me!)
[Verse 1]
If if was a 5th, we'd all get fucked up.
These pussy niggas got the game switched up.
Everybody hard (hard)
Everybody real (real)
Everybody ballin (ballin)
Everybody kill (kill)
Everybody slick (slick)
Everybody smooth (smooth)
Everybody packin
what the fuck them niggas gone do
Everybody pimpin (pimpin)
Everybody mob (mob)
Everybody bouta get muthafuckin rob.
Get wit the wrong one
Pistol whip with the big gun
Extra clip with an attitude
Watch what my dogs do
Bite the hand that feeds me.
cause I don't need thee
Cracka muthafuckas think thats all we see
constantly try and to compare me to
Fuck nigga do whatcha do
I'm the original
multi-dimensional
But its these pussy boys
hope to be Pastor Troy.
bout to get my blast on
where the fuck is my mask homes
[Chorus]
Muthafuck them niggas
Imma burn them niggas
Imma take them niggas wit me (wit me!)
Muthafuck them niggas
Imma burn them niggas
Imma take them niggas wit me (wit me!)
Muthafuck them niggas
Imma burn them niggas
Imma take them niggas wit me (wit me!)
Muthafuck them niggas
Imma burn them niggas
Imma take them niggas wit me (wit me!)
[verse 2]
Everybody wanna put violence in they raps.
They love 50 Cent cause he got shot 9 times.
But what about me
I done shot 9 muthafuckas.
Left a nigga in his yard for his mother.
Shot the brother, shot the aunt.
Fucked the sister, and smoked a blunt.
I'm on a hunt for red october.
Leave them niggas bleedin blood out tha Range Rover.
Until its over, you know that i'm gunnin
We lookin fo niggas that's frontin and stuntin.
My nigga, i'm gone be dumpin some shit i done got
from Russia.
SHit that i guarantee gonna hush ya.
[Chorus]
Muthafuck them niggas
Imma burn them niggas
Imma take them niggas wit me (wit me!)
Muthafuck them niggas
Imma burn them niggas
Imma take them niggas wit me (wit me!)
Muthafuck them niggas
Imma burn them niggas
Imma take them niggas wit me (wit me!)
Muthafuck them niggas
Imma burn them niggas
Imma take them niggas wit me (wit me!)
There is war going on] and it gone stop
The federal duilding that what they try to pop
This wead got me going] mine wasted but still
Flowing ]not noing is we gonna die tonight]
And if I do all my enimes die on the sight]
So if die] lord bless me I at got no friend] mama
Raise me to be thug ready to kill]am to ill for
Yaul little sucker granade tossy never lossing
Bussing all yaul duster get brain is nothing]
Mandatory but I'm still living]may God bless the undead
When my lord cripping]cripping in black] my dog will never
We bussing with gack] give me like one more year and i'm
Gone stay on the map] now this is the end of my battle
War without end] I kill all my weak enimes now they streaming
All damn]but I'm still coming 45 is still ducking]when that inferred lock
That a whole click warnning]so if at ready for the this clip than
[Nature Boy]
The life I live is so beautiful
And exquisite so everybody wanna live it
They choose the lifestyle for the glamour
And for the dreams of making cream like a freelancer
Without considering what its about how maintaining
How I keep my bank account from draining
So many niggas want to take my place
The feds want a case
Who can I trust on this paper chase
They got my partner in the precinct making deals
Thought he was real, we been snuffing snakes for years
Came to me wired up the feds got me tied up
Facing so much time I can't buy it up
Made bond now I'm on the run
Can't get no worse since the case though
They say you hot son
Finally captured and offered life from the start
Give up your boss or tote your cross
You got tha heart?
[Chorus: 2x]
A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When the feds prosecute you as a street guard
What you gone do?
You got tha heart?
[Nature Boy]
It's after midnight
You coming home from the boss
Your car phone rings obscene phone call
Now you greeted by a strange voice
Squeeze your steering wheel
Great feel knock you off course
The desperate voice say I got your son
With his pretty face taped to the barrel of my shotgun
Whether he lives or dies that's up to you
I need a million cash fast what you gone do
Tell you what, have your butt home in and out
Prove your power or show your son you's a coward
And watch him die after I molest him
Teach you a lesson that'll keep your ass from flexin'
You call the cops your son drops
Your little boy will be sent to death by his own pops
Now what you think they got your ass in the path
And your boy dead, if you ain't got tha heart
[Chorus: 2x]
A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When dirty niggas catch you slippin and pull your card
What you gone do?
You got tha heart?
[Nature Boy]
I got a call from a watcher says its going down
We checking ground clean up and get out of town
Remember those 5 tricks who robbed the click
And cops found 3 dead in the trunk of precious' shit
He finna snitch this shit 'bout to hit the fan
I just left the can I can't go back man
So what you gone do, chill let me think this through
Round up the click and meet me at the shack quick
Where Precious at? On his way to the precinct
We got to hit him or its life in the clench
Lets move quickly before interrogation starts
And peel his cap before he tells the facts
I grab my vest two nines and hit the floor
Asked God for protection and hit the door
I reached the crew and said listen up from the start
We killing cops and all you got tha heart?
A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When its time to kill a cop and stay on top
What you gone do?
You got tha heart?
A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When dirty niggas catch you slipping and pull your
card
What you gone do?
You got tha heart?
A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When the feds prosecute you as a street guard
What you gone do?
Verse 1
How can I explain this game?
Got me on the road everyday, to fill my name,
Me and my dreams of gettin the world crunk,
The hits bring bling, and do the ATL stomp, this thang real,
I got the gun chill, cranberry's and x pills,
Smokin on the best of the best,
When you see me you know i'm fresh,
In the black lambo, I aint ridin there hoe,
Probably roll my other up, tell them what, i don't give a fu**,
Prince's cut, round my neck, round my wrist, in my ear,
In my son ear, in his mama ear, crystal clear,
Listen hear, this fo all yall ni**az bitin' my flow,
Wanna come up in the game, I can't stand a mane actin like I don't know,
Yeah!!!, There's been a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ni**a, where my motherfu**in offerin?
Yeah!!!, It's a whole lotta bitin', tell them ni**az keep motherfu**in fightin,
Yeah!!!, It's a whole lotta suspicion, about who i'm fu**in, about who i'm hittin
Yeah!!!, Baby give me why ya can't, cause I aint playin with ya this year man(well ah haaaa)
I been watchin these ni**az from a fog,
My best friend left me with some dope in his car,
So now I been hesitant to roll with the crowd,
I represent ni**az smokin dro', actin wild(ya feel me now?)
I been bouncin, ever since the 9 dro,
Money, cars, clothes, hoes, 17 years old...
Hop in the club with no I.D., no ni**a here is gonna try me, zone 1, 2, 3 r e s p e c t
V.I.P, bout 20 deep, hardest nigga in the street,
Tryin to find me a bi*** i can check,
Probably be the bitch on the deck,
Better yet, i'ma slap a bi*** ass ni**a, a fu** ass ni**a, ol bitin ass ni**a,
Yeah!!!, it's a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ni**a, where my motherfu**in offerin?
Yeah!!!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them ni**az keep motherfu**in fightin,
Yeah!!!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who i'm fu**in, about who i'm hittin,
Yeah!!!, Baby give me why ya can't, cause I aint playin with ya this year man(well ah haaaa)
Yeah!!!, it's a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ni**a, where my motherfu**in offerin?
Yeah!!!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them ni**az keep motherfu**in fightin,
Yeah!!!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who i'm fu**in, about who i'm hittin,
[intro]
God damn man, shit, you guys always wanna fucking party man, all you guys wanna do is fucking party all the fucking time man, shit get some fucking rest dude..
(chorus)
we done pulled to the club..
i ain't going in,
I'm just bout to sit out on the car getting fucked up.
we done pulled to the club..
i ain't going in,
I'm just bout to sit out on the car getting fucked up.............
(WHO!)I'm fucked up.
(WHAT!)I'm fucked up.(well uh huh)
(WHO!)I'm fucked up.
(WHAT!)I'm fucked up.(well uh huh)
(WHO!)I'm fucked up.
(WHAT!)I'm fucked up.
I'm just bout to sit out on the car getting fucked up....
(verse 1)
[yeah..]
Me and my dogs,
Been at it homes,
Started at noon,
To get the morn,(come on)
We at the club,
I'm fucked up,
Ready to go,
With this red hoe,
And that brown hoe,(come here)
And that white hoe,(come here)
And that dark bitch,(come here)
And that dike hoe,(come here)
Sipping pa-tron,(uh huh)
Out the bottle homes,(uh huh)
In the summer sun,(uh huh)
We gone have fun,(come on)
She know I'm balling,(balling)
She see my whip,(whip)
She know its wet,(wet)
She wanna jet,(jet)
I'm outside,(side)
Sitting on my ride,(ride)
Waiting on you,(you)
What you gone do.
(chorus) [2 times]
yeah, yeah, its pt cruiser baby...
what you want!!
[verse 2]
I'm on my car,(yeah)
I'm on my hood,(yeah)
Shaking that knife,(yeah)
I'm bleeding rite,(come on)
My partner with me,
We smoking dro.(uh huh)
That's what I'm riding
Them 30 spokes,(well uh huh)
I'm outside
I'm fucked up,(come on)
My outfit,,
Match my truck,(come on)
A couple hot girls,(girls
I'm hot boy,(boy)
And ya call me,(me)
Call me p-troy,(troy)[well uh huh]
Whats up baby,(baby)
You wanna ride,(ride)
That's were i stay,(stay)
the south-side,(side)(south-side)
Another shot of tron,(tron)
On top of all that hen,(that hen)
Make my head spin,(spin)
Know here we go again...
Listen To This Track Bitch
[chorus:]
Will He Will He Come Home Tonight I'm Praying For My Ganstas And My Real Niggas Will He Is He Coming Home Tonigh I'm Praying For My Gansta And My Real Niggas He Will He Come Home Tonight I'm Praying For My Ganstas And My Real Niggas
[verse 1:]
I Ain't Never Meant Ti Be Gansta I Ain't Never Meant To Be Hard This World So Full Of Anger It's Lik Ethe Money God But Know? So The Cheddar Ain't A Issue But Everybody With You Aont Down And Everybody Down Ain't With You All You Gotta To Do Is Call His Name He'll Send His Angels To Get You Heavenly Father Send Your Angels For Protection Know The Whole World Got Weapons Plus We Goin Make It Home Tonight
[chorus]
[verse 2:]
Yea In Smoking And Thinking About The Future Living In The World Were Your Own Kind Will Shoot You Getting To The Money It's Money But Your A Target Brain Wash Really Nigga This Is Silly Killing By The Rims Killing By The Cash When This Aboyt The Credit The Make Us Look Pathetic So Tonight I Just Want You To Play This Song So Everybody Make It On Home It's On
Verse 1
Come on, come on
Its going to get crazy in the city
ASkin God is he really coming back to get me
or playing with yeaa
And everything i ever learned as a child
revalations the whole worlds going wild
Lord come now yeaaa
Got my pistol,got my bottle, got my warface
and if the church is the only place i feel safe
But i got faith and i mean real faith
not Faith Evans im talking bout the faith that places you in heaven
when i see the Lord i'ma bow down and shoot a bird at them devils cause its on
it's on now
(chorus)
when he comes
no where to run
on that day,
the world gonna pay
when he comes
Verse 2.
I can see Jesus in all white riding on a stallion like a night
Ready to fight yea
and im gonna to be right beside him
got my a-k cocked right beside him
behind him yeaaa
nothing but thugs on the Lords side
and i was sent to heaven where we reside
ready to ride aint no mo nickles and dimes primetime
captured for my savors blood yea the wine
believe it now time to come to take over
better watch ya lanuage son God's Jahovah
and when it all over and i am acknowledge
To show that i did it and did in college i followed
my own, my own soul,the Lion of Judaaa
(chorus)
Heavenly father
I pray right now
for everyone under the
sound of my voice
that they come to know you
as Lord and Saviour in there lives
help us Lord
to understand that you are soon
to come for your people
and we won't have time to get ready,
but must already, be ready.
For in the bosom of an eye
You shall appear to recieve Your all
unto Yourself
our hearts desire Oh Lord
is to be ready when You come
Help us Lord to forgive one another
just as you forgave on Calvirage cross
Help us to love one another
just as you loved and gave your only son
that we shall not perish but shall have
everlasting lives
help us Lord to stand in your righteousness
and to ??? every barrier of racial, and ethnic, and social, and economic
devision
[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]
These niggas asking how I choose to die
Just like a muthafucking G is my only reply
Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder slang
Crank me up, bitch I'm gunning killing everything
And my veins pumping nothing but this thug blood
Maybe blue nigga, till I'm through nigga, yeah
Situation got a nigga bout to self-destruct
Better tell them niggas I don't give a fuck
I make money, nigga money doesn't make me
Guess that's why all these weak niggas hate me
And lately I been letting a bunch of shit ride
But fuck that where my muthafucking forty-five
[Hook 2x: (We Ready in background)]
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life
And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
I got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
My head gone, cause I been on this earth long enuff,
In this land of little trust
Where all my models and rubs, till I been bottled and brewed
And it's been provin' that it ain't shit to prove
I move about a gram a so, but clientele won't grow,
until all them basers know, that I keep that butter
A new face runs shop with me, said she need a 30 piece
But I can't do shit because I think she's undercover
My brother doing fed time, so I move nickels and dimes
Praying when he comes out I can break him off
He taught me all the game, make them boys find our name
but from point blank range show them fuckers we ain't soft
I lost about a dozen of my cousins, homicide
How the hell am I supposed to hide the fucking hurt
The many tears I cry, understanding me I tryed
Then my cousin came to me and said coz go to work
Now I'm grinding
My timing, perfect, pick a mack and me some clothing
The corner stores, the ski masks, the forty-fours
Run up on 'em so slick, and get my pistol and click
Give me the muthafucking bag or I'm gone buss yo' shit
Now I came up, a fifteen thousand dollar lick
Yeah Red Mouth, the Pastor need about a brick, and now it's on
Strictly, quarters or grams,
them down south georgia boys done blew up on all ya'll haters
[Hook 2x: (We Ready in background)]
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life
And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
I got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang
[Verse 3: Pastor Troy]
I fill my mind with weed, uh,
I can't believe my congregation is testing me
Retailation would be less than me,
While praising me in my face
Shit these the same muthafuckers trying to take my place
I hate to waste yo blood and leave ya church clothes filthy
But believe I will do it without feeling guilty
Let's understand though the Pastor, I'm still that nigga
Praising the Lord for blessing me with nica triggas, and laser beams
And my team, my original team, killers and bandates
Try your best to understand it
Nigga respect, I demand it
I feel its mandatory,
I'm popping on these niggas as I give the Lord the glory
Like David, My slang shot human made
Fuck whirling rocks, nigga my niggas got handgrenades
Who payed?, I have layed my life on the line
Cops pulling grind, got the Pastor dodging one time
Signs of holy wars
Touting magnum forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac 11's
There's a hundred ways to die
Up in the mist, surrounded by these evil men
Got to stay hi',
Grab the pistol and I let 'em fly, just like hulk
So what, I thought you would've never done
Nigga you did it and death will be the outcome
I sholl hate it but I put up with it long enuff
Ashes to ashes, and dust to fucking dust
Don't fuck wit us
[Hook 8x till end: (We Ready in background)]
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life
And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
[Chorus:]
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say)
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
Of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say)
Wha- wha- wha- wha- what did she say
[Verse 1:]
How, could I live with myself
Knowing that I let our love go (love go)
And ooh, when I do with one chance
I just gotta let you know
I know what I did wasn't clever
But me and you we're meant to be together
[Hook:]
So let me in (let me in) give me another chance (another chance)
To really be your man
Cause when the roof cave in and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do
But when I become a star we'll be living so large
I'll do anything for you
So tell me girl
[Chorus]
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
Of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)
Wha- wha- wha- wha- what did she say
[Verse 2:]
Girl, tell me whatcha said (said)
I don't want you to leave me
Though you caught me cheatin'
Tell me, tell me whatcha said (said)
I really need you in my life
Cause things ain't right, girl
Tell me, tell me whatcha said (said)
I don't want you to leave me
Though you caught me cheatin'
Tell me, tell me whatcha said (said)
I really need you in my life
Cause things ain't right
[Hook:]
Cause when the roof cave in and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do
But when I become a star we'll be living so large
I'll do anything for you
So baby watcha say!
[Chorus:]
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
Of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)
Pastor troy [talking]:
Yeah (yeah)
This song is called goddamn, vica versa
(I'm doin' my best to save my people)
It's like, (the people & I will rely in God)
Picture everything that you thought was good, was really bad
Everything bad, was good
(what if heaven was on earth nigga)
The whole world, vica versa
(good is bad)
Vica versa (bad is good)
(dear lord am I the only one? )
This shit here, goddamn, gon'
Go'n get you a fat blunt of that 'dro
Smoke that shit
(it's all vica versa)
Look up in the air nigga
(we rich nigga)
(this is what we doin', it's vica versa)
Know ain't everybody gon' feel this shit
Vica versa, pastor troy
Vica versa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if heaven was hell and vica versa
If I told you go to hell, would you tell I cursed ya?
I re embersed ya, with the truth, so you know my fate
They pray I die I'm that nigga that they love to hate
I'ma make you use your mind, god, the 7th sign
And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your time
Again I ask, heaven was hell and vica versa
Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture?
The spirit, man, do you understand, there's a war
It's ragin' on
And the devil got some ammo too
Don't get me wrong
But I put my trust off in the lord
It's too corrupt
Know that God gon' help me blow 'em up
I give a fuck, heaven was hell and vica versa
I have no fear
I done witnessed too much hell right here
Lend me your ear, recall all the beer
We had to pour
'till all our niggaz hit the devil with the .44
Payback nigga
My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter
Better alone
And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone
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Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby
It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg satan to save me
God I'm confused, the fuse of all these muthafuckaz
Makin' me sick
Virgin Mary never fu**ed nobody, but she sucked di**
with a clique of nasty concubine
And vica versa, so she'll probably do the whole nine
Naste hoe
I don't know where i'ma go this christmas
It's satan's birth
I'ma try to smoke a pund of weed, and ease the hurt
While jesus equiped with angels, the devil's equiped with fire
Oh God so love the world he blessed the thug with rocks
Won't stop until they feel me
Protect me devil, think the lord is tryin' to kill me
It's vica versa
Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high
To see the lord almighty nigga, I'm ready to die
My reply for any questions asked
The devil made me do it
Who's the devil may I ask?
It's so polluted
Up-rooted from all this stupid shit
See me cremated, my adaption to the climate
So glad I made it
Elated that they gon' go to heaven
But do they know
Heaven may not be th place to go
Again I ask, heaven was hell and vica versa
The devil's demons, I'll be damned if I'm gon' let 'em hurt ya
Follow me...
Peter the disciple:
If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devil
A doun south georgia rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level
Remenisin' on all the good and the bad that I did
Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs
And servin' nicks and talkin' shit
This is vica versa no fuckin' commercial
Heaven or hell, where do we go?
When we die, eternal fire or the street of gold
[chorus (repeat 4x)]
Nigga, I always keep my composure
Often full of that doja
Universal soldier
I'm ready for war
These niggas really got me trippin' with that bullshit
My daddy, taught me no playin' in the pulpit
So for the bullshit, I brought my goon squad
Pass me my ammunition, and praise god
Against all odds, I'll make these mothafuckas pay
Lord give me the strength, to knock these niggas out my way
Everyday I been prayin' for my chance
A mean ass mug in a soldier stance
I ain't come to dance, I came to crank this mothafucka up
He think he the man you tell that nigga I said what
Pastor nigga
[chorus (repeat 3x)]
These niggas really got me trippin' on they videos
They hard as hell, on the camera when I know they hoes
They got their chest swole and then a bad bitch
But where I'm from y'all both will get yo ass kicked
I'm talkin' mad shit, and i'mma back it up
I got my ar-15 in the back of truck
Put on my hard hat baby
If they take me it's worst cause i'mma hunt you baby
'til his whole world is cursed
Ain't no reverse, it's not over
The blessings of jehovah
Off in the, 600 drop with the all chrome motor
And it's mine, paid out what you talkin' about
I take a puff of my doja and I regain my composure
Verse 1: pastor troy
I'm in my big body benz,
Riding with 4 of my friends
Shoot a bird at them coppers,
While blowing smoke in the wind
Up out the window my flag
I got my foot on the gas
Then my yak on the dash
Then we run up at yo ass
Riding the streets of atlanta
Better take out the camera
D.s.g.b. on my banner, raised high
Until I die, bet i'ma through it up
It's pastor troy, 2000, don't give a
Throw up yo flags
Hook:
Throw yo flags up! 7x
Come on you scared, you scared
Verse 2: pastor troy
I got them fifteen's pushing, trying to rip up the speaker
Know that pastor and peter, on the hunt for the reaper
Call ? ? ? , cmb got the world in a dro'
We flexing hard in atlanta, or we get the scope
It's ga, georgia tech or bulldog
2nd seed we, and I'm bout to boss hog
Atlanta to augusta a hustla straight out the rip
Them georgia boys my army forever we stand equipped
Ready for whatever you better go ask around
We ain't bout to playground with ya, we cutting ya down
A million little boys trying to sound like me
Now everybody copying the one that dissed p
A second prized g, but I ain't chicken
Soon as you think I'm slippin you hear that pistol clickin'
And i'ma try my best to eat yo ass for dinner
Better throw up yo flag and tell me that you surrender
Throw it up
Hook:
Throw yo flags up! (3x) yeah, yeah
Throw yo flags up! (3x) come on you scared, you scared
Throw yo flags up! (3x) yeah, yeah
[pastor troy talking]
Down south georgia girls I love y'all
Pastor troy representing for them down south georgia girls
Y'all know what it is, d.s.g.g.
Verse 1:
Excuse me baby let me holla at ya right quick
I see ya sitting by ya self, can I sit
Been watching you since I jumped out the red six
It's pastor troy little mama, I run shit
I was just thinking if you got a minute for a nigga
We grab a bite to eat, maybe let me kick it with ya
I'ma be cool
If ya wanna we can hit the pool, all at the house
I know ya think this nigga is a fool
I'm from the south if ya got a minute we can chill
Do what ya like if ya don't baby keep it real
What's up tonite
I know ya like I ain't even told this boy my name
But I love the way he kicking his game
Then I got changed
[pastor troy talking to woman]
Verse 2:
How many folks ya know will open up yo car do'
You wanna smoke baby [inhaling smoke] it's hydro
I'm looking at ya cause it's cute how you inhale
I think you gone fall in love with the atl
I got my hand in the middle of the console
You know I wanna hold ya hand
You gone tell me no
If so, i'ma roll me up another beam
You done smoked all my weed now you acting mean
I'm coming clean
Looking at her like I'm innocent
So what's yo hobby how you feel about getting intimate
We hit the lobby checking in to the radisson
Give me a suit now we chilling in the whirlpool
Let's go to sleep we can freak on the next trip
I know you drained I ain't coming on the sex tip
I'm shooting game everything was to get to know ya
Now if you'll excuse me I'll be rolling over
And I still got changed
[pastor troy talking to woman]
Verse 3:
I left that muthafucking ho on the top flo'
I kissed on her forehead boo I got to go
I'm making moves 22 fuck a real job
All I think about is money I'm in a mob
Hit the crib matching car with the outfit
What should I do if she see me with the chrome kit
The navy blue look at who got 'em turning heads
And then every dime legit so who is the feds
My eyes red cause I'm matched down cascade
A little fine red girl said she wanna play
I'm on the cell phone tripping baby where you stay
This how we do it down here in the letter a
And then I got changed
They got they hands clappin [14x]
[Verse 1: Lil' Pete]
The Last Supper, the last hustla's, the last bad muthafuckers
We killing you suckas undercover
Brothers, and other niggas that's gone run up
Run in the chamber muthafuckers getting burnt up
Cause you done fucked up
You shouldn't of fucked wit dis
Go out to kill yo kids, and now we splittin' wigs
It's DSGB, you know we psychopath
We killing everybody, a Georgia bloodbath
And if we fucking come, go get the timebomb
I'm like a thunderstorm, I'm screaming "Red Rum"
Until you fucking dead, because I'm pumping lead
Directly at yo head, nigga we gotta eat
Just make my meal complete, a leg or a feet
And I'm gone eat you up cause I don't give a fuck
The Last Supper
[Hook: Pastor Troy]
The last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthafuckers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB
The last, the last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthafuckers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB
[Verse 2: Blackoutt]
This is the last fucking supper not the daily bread
And so to any interruptions we choppin heads
We choppin' legs lettin 'em marinate
And I'ma hustla in this game I pull is penetrate
Eliminate, bitch niggas buy the 12 pack
I walk wit Outbacks and tilt my fucking fitted hat
I asked God to reveal the real me
My vision was kind of blury but appeared an O.G., O.G.
And Lord have mercy on me on me
And Lord have mercy on DSGB
We riding on niggas until the day we fucking die
And when we die, we still gone fucking ride
So how bout piercing till these muthafuckers bleed
I'm choppin' 'em down to they muthafucking knees
The Last Supper
[Hook: Pastor Troy]
The last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthafuckers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB
The last, the last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthafuckers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB
They got they hands clappin' [4x]
[Verse 3: Pinhead]
This is The Last Supper, break bread with real niggas
We choppin heads, ain't scared to kill niggas
For real nigga, slow it down and we'll be fine
You can have my blood, drank up cause it is wine
Your soul is mine, you pursuing my wicked thoughts
And the way you move and the slick shit that you talk
DSGB, come in and have a seat
See all this food, sit down and let's eat
And you will see better days they shall come
And if they don't get yo gun and drop bombs
The Last Supper
[Hook: Pastor Troy]
The last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthafuckers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB
The last, the last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthafuckers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB
They got they hands clappin' (uh-huh) [4x]
[Verse 4: Pastor Troy]
My body the bread, my blood the wine
Pastor Troy and "My niggas is the grind"
Ain't got no time for no fake muthafuckers
Bitch say ya grace, this the last fucking supper
We hustla's nigga, I'm the muthafucking boss
Fresh out the womb till they nail me to the cross
Done took a lost, so you know my mindframe
"What the fuck that muthafucker name?"
On everythang I ever loved reppin thugs
DSGB you may drink of the blood
Now haters, just admit my perfection
And keep yo Smith & Wesson
[hook 1x]
Talk like y'all walk it, walk like y'all talk it
Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug
High for a nigga like me to show luv
Talk like y'all walk it, walk like y'all talk it
When the push come the shuv
Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what
(verse 1): eleven twenty-nine
Ya'll niggas better get fo' real (whassup)
Ya'll niggas know bullets kill (whassup)
Ya'll muggin' with y'all grills (whassup)
Don't make me weigh this steel (whassup)
Some of y'all be trippin' dope (whassup)
Now what you wanna go and do this fo' (whassup)
See them niggas kicking in yo do' (whassup)
Punk bitch nigga on the flo' (whassup)
I'm the kinda nigga that be ready (whassup)
Smoked out still chiefing on ghetty (whassup)
Ya'll kinda niggas just don't scare me (whassup)
? ? ? ? ? ? come and get me (whassup)
Peep a nigga been deep in the game (whassup)
And a bullet ain't got no name (whassup)
Ya'll niggas wanna get some fame (whassup)
We ain't gone play the same (whassup)
Slip the clip in the gat, then I roll
Where them muthafuckin' niggas be hanging at (whassup)
Come around to the back (whassup), what was that? (whassup)
Put the slugs in the pipe, rat-tat-tat (whassup)
Some of y'all niggas just be talking game,
Recognized for the shit you said (whassup)
You the kinda nigga let it go to yo head (whassup)
Step to me wrong get popped in the head (whassup)
Hook 1x:
Talk like y'all walk it, walk like y'all talk it
Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug
High for a nigga like me showin luv
Talk like y'all walk it, walk like y'all talk it
When the push come the shuv
Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what
(verse 2): big boy
Where my niggas from the east? , where my niggas from the west?
Bulletproof niggas wearing bulletproof vests
Niggas with the clout, where my niggas in the south
Big boy back with the grill in his mouth
100 golds nigga how we do it in the south
M-e-m-p to the h-i-s
We gone fire, muthafucka it don't stop
Burn baby burn, we gone rise to the top
Ghetto made niggas living to make hits
Sippin on some remi coz we stay gettin' lit'
Fried in the brain coz I smoked that shit
Real muthafuckers know we gotta get it, oh oh
Coming through this bitch finnalay 'em on down
Mug on my face cause I keep a mean frown
Tennessee now a nigga atl bound
Mug on my face when I mob through a crowd
Hand on my gat nigga get to loud
Hit 'em up with the uh, pow pow,
Hit 'em up with the uh, pow pow, pow pow
You can come up missing, if a nigga gotta bust the gat
I'm finna unload my 4-5,
Cause my automatic finna come bring the drama
So you niggas represent or you gone die
Hook 1x:
Talk like y'all walk it, walk like y'all talk it
Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug
High for a nigga like me to show luv
Talk like y'all walk it, walk like y'all talk it
When the push come the shuv
Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what
Verse 3: pastor troy
Okay, they had hung me up on they cross for 3 days
I came down and went at they boss with the a.k.
Bullets ringing, I'm maintaining a steady grin
I'm killing him, I'm killing her, and any friends
When it begin I didin't know how to fucking act
You was so real, so treal, so fucking whack
If it's like that, i'ma go and suit up bitch
You talk that gangsta shit
I am that gangsta shit
I got a army buddy, ready to kill you
I'm bustin' mildew, I knock yo' grill through
Cause I done proved that proof ain't need no evidence
I walked up on 'em, pop, pop, pop and I represent
Ready
Hook till end:
Talk like y'all walk it, walk like y'all talk it
Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug
High for a nigga like me to show luv
Talk like y'all walk it, walk like y'all talk it
When the push come the shuv
Pastor Troy:
A sad day for da rap game im about to tell em my name(Pastor!!!!!)
a.k.a they call me megatron da cepracon i flip into a gun and burn one
soon as I duck I go change my disguise my first pump da last thing in his eyes
and I aint thinkin bout no get back I got a army dat can handle dat
matter-a-fact you about to be introduced duck duck duck let loose
his triple fat goose look like cheddar cheese
mention he aint got no cheese then I leave
huffin and puffin got my blood pressure high
must aint no I will ride till I die
I put it all on da resume
to come be out da Ga (now say)
chorus:Im ready for take off take off
Im ready for take off (say what)
Im ready for take off take off
Im ready for take off say boss
Verse 2:
They say da rap game like da dope game
I already had a car tell
talkin to my fam on da burned cell
short wit da money we give em hell
every shell
shots rang out all you hear is da dude
comin gureilla it aint no rules
You say you a killa but wont let nuttin die
caught em given mouth to mouth to fly
dats why I am ready for take off
Fillet menoun without da steak sauce
da top of da line dats me Im prime
had da underground on lock since '99
while you was trying to figure out yo style yo image
look what you became a mothafuckin gimmick
smilen and grinnin you know who you are
problem sit me meet me at da bar
so far its three rappers I like
me,myself,and I and Im tight
and you aint gots to tell me im high
smell the aroma as I pass by
v.i.p everywhere dat I go
soon I as I hit da door they blaze dro
and if I muthafuckin die today
know dat I had da balls to say
[Intro]
Yeah. Spent a long time watching the game
come to find out them bustas is lame
SADDAM HUSSEIN
And even though they wanna stop my reign
I dont think that they can contain
SADDAM HUSSEIN
and though they wanna take my life from me
I dont think them muthafuckas can see
SADDAM HUSSEIN
I Live by the gun die by the same thang
Time bomb tickin wont bust until ya push it
[Chorus:]
and im buckin on em
im wylin on em
im crankin on em
im growlin on em
im stuntin on em
im flashin on em
im flexin on em
im cashin on em
im leanin on em
im dreamin on em
im checkin on em
im tekkin on em
im cleanin on em
im gleamin on em
im snappin on em
im trappin on em
im sixin on em
im pissin on em
im dining on em
im shining on em
im candy on em
im fancy on em
KEEP DAT PISTOL HANDY ON EM
[Verse 1]
I aint bout ta reintroduce myself
Bust that K set it off to the left
Hit em in the lungs got a nigga first breath
Let that mothafucka hang ima sentence him to death
Neva been the one just to bite my tounge
Love this gangsta shit where im from
Two two trey got a nigga on the run
lemme tell ya somthin son aint no runnin from the gun
A2 you get bruised u get popped
Wont be the first mothafucka I shot
16 nigga
head countll go pop
with tha infared beams sittin mean on the top
gimmie my props gimmie my rank
I been in the army im ready to tank
Take heed to these words that I bomb
U dont wanna fuck with me Saddam
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Slide off in my six nigga
I dont want yo bitch nigga
Hoes been wantin me for too long
Love this gangsta shit that im on
Ridin on chrome heavy foot
What else can she do but look
Coogied up from head to toe
Keep me a coupla stacks at the floor
Back to the floor aint I nice
Play with the cash and u playin with ya life
And anyone that u choose ya still lose
And then ima tax on them mothafuckin dues
I do it for the blues I do it for the bloods
Fuck the feds and fuck the judge
Im about to drop a bomb nigga
Watch out for saddam nigga
Pastor Troy talking:
aww, yall know what time it is, man I ain't bout to be out her all day.
Brang dem cars out,
Brang dem cars out,
Brang dem cars out,
Brang dem cars out,
Brang dem cars out,
Brang dem cars out,
Brang dem cars out,
Brang dem cars out,
We wanna ride big,
We wanna ride big,
We wanna ride big,
We wanna ride big,
We wanna ride big,
We wanna ride big,
We wanna ride big,
We wanna ride big,
Southside, Ridin Big!
Westside, Ridin Big!
Eastside, Ridin Big!
Northside, Ridin Big!
Southside, Ridin Big!
Westside, Ridin Big!
Eastside, Ridin Big!
Northside, Ridin Big!
I bet ya'll already know,
I'm on 26, You can keep dem 24's fosho,
and we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
Everyone talkin bout baby ya man is,
I pull up on candy,
and they can't understand me,
It's like, we wanna ride big!
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
A 1969 tomatoe,
under my seat, i got plenty ammo,
and uh we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
Nova SS 396,
Know dis' bi*** is gonna suck my di**,
(hey!)
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
Southside, Ridin Big!
Westside, Ridin Big!
Eastside, Ridin Big!
Northside, Ridin Big!
Southside, Ridin Big!
Westside, Ridin Big!
Eastside, Ridin Big!
Northside, Ridin Big!
Troy Black Benz,
with no friends i'm ridin,
all black tint,
kinda looks like i'm hidin'
But Uh,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
Ok, rollin hard,
candy apple red,
nothin' left for me to do, but get head
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
Ok, 64' Impala,
With dem switches,
I aint' playin with dem bi***es
And uh,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
I got that new 2005 corvette,
they aint' even sellin this motherfu**er yet!
But uh,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
we wanna ride big!,
(wassup?)
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
We wanna ride big!,
Southside, Ridin Big!
Westside, Ridin Big!
Eastside, Ridin Big!
Northside, Ridin Big!
Southside, Ridin Big!
Westside, Ridin Big!
Eastside, Ridin Big!
(CHORUS)
POLICE CAINT BREAK IT UP
CAINT NO BOUNCERS BREAK IT UP
CAINT NOBODY BREAK IT UP
UNTIL WE FUCK THEM NIGGAS UP
(VERSE 1)
IMMMMM COMIN AT CHA HARD
COMIN HARDA THAN EVER
DOIN THIS ONE FOR THE CHEESE
DOIN THIS ONE FOR THE CHEDDAR
MOZZARELLLLLAAAAA
FETTICUINNNNIIIII
PULL UP AT THA BOUNCE IN MI LAMBORGHINI
I GUESS I MEAN A LAM
I RIDE IT LIKE A RAM
NO I.D.
I DONT GIVE A DAMN
HOOD FULL OF BAM
TRUNK FULL OF MOTOR
ITZ P.T. FUCK PULLIN OVA
AND THEN I GOT THESE SUCKAZ
I GOTTA DEAL WIT
CATCH THESE HOES AT THEY SHOWS
AND START SUM MUTHAFUCKIN SHIT
ITZ P.T. POP THAT SHIT NOW
ITZ P.TROY NIGGA POP THAT SHIT NOWWWW
(CHORUS 4X)
(VERSE 2)
CAINT NOBODY BREAK IT UP
HIT DA CLUB GIT KRUNK AZ FUCK
LET THEM LIL BOYZ NO
I'M THA DIRTY SOUF HO
FIRST TO COME
LAST TO LEAVE
RIDIN THA DROPTOP ------
MO CHEEZE THAN CHEDDAR
BITCH, MOZARELLA
AND ME MI NIGGAZ BOUT DA FUCKIN GOODFELLAZ
AND IF WE CATCH YO AZZ P-POPPIN
PUT U IN THA TRUNK LIKE I DONE BEEN SHOPPIN
IM ROBBIN
IM JACKIN
WATZ SHAKIN!?
WATZ HAPP-NIN!?
U GRINDIN!?
U SHININ!?
U TOTIN!?
U PACKIN!?
IM PACKIN TOO
ILL BUST YO VEST WIDE OPEN
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM AND KEEP ON SMOKIN
SHARK N DA WATER LOOKIN FOR A PREY
ATLANTA OCEAN STRAPPED WITH DA K
GREAT WHIT SHARK UZ A GOLDFISH NIGGGAAAA
HUNH
AND IM GONE GIT YA
YEEEAAAAAHHHH
(CHORUS 4X)
(VERSE 3)
CAINT NOBODY BREAK IT UP
IM IN DA CLUB BOUT CRUNK AS FUCK
FIRST TIME U SEE DAT NIGGA
LAST TIME U GONE SEE DAT NIGGA
D.S.G.B IN DA BACK WIT ME
HUNDRED ROUND CLIP
POP POP POP AND ITZ ON
RUN OUT TO THA DROP AND IM GONE
FIRED UP IN MI V 12
SHAKIN UP MI DRED LOCKZ
GOON SQUAD BEHIND ME
RIDIN IN MI MAYBACH
PUSSY NIGGA IT DONT STOP
AND IT COME QUICK
KEEP ON TALKIN SHIT
WE GONE G YA LIKE A BITCH
P.T. IZ UHH
PUNK NIGGAZ AROUND
GOT DA RED NOSE FOR ALL UV YALL CLOWNZ
AROUND HERE UH U GONE WATCH YO FUCKIN MOUF
THA DIRRRRRTTTTTYYYY
HUH,DIRTY SOUF
U KNOW WHO IT IZ
U KNOW WHO I AM
U KNOW WAT DA BIZ
U KNOW WHU MI FAM
MI KILLAZ IS TYRED
AND IM GITTIN TYRED
AND WE WONT QUIT UNTIL THAT GRILL REWIRED YA HO
Saturday night yeah
112 yeah
Take my car straight to ballie
That's pastor troy yea baby hey
White minc so double the drink for pastor
You can get with two like too
Bjg is off the block boo
Fresh twist yeah
I'm like this
What's up baby they playin our song
Let me see that thong.
She is off the chain yeah
You so bad you don't wanna go with me
We can go crash in my bath cause u
[Hook:]
Off the chain yeah damn boo Where u been all my life time? let me fuck you till the sunshine. ah ha! off the chain yeah damn boo where u been all my life time let me fuck you till the sunshine ah ha
Off the chain
Yeah you shole is
High hills pumpin gucci bag kissing my ear and callin me daddy
And we ballin out yeah another round
Baby girl I'm so impressed
Now what the hell is under that dress
She's a brick house damn
Dirty south
Licked her lips
Gave me a smile if I was a chick I'd have your child
She is too fine
She's a dime
All I smell is chanell allure
Baby girl skin is so smooth it's so pure
What's up baby let's go for a stroll
Yeah that's me in a 2004
All white boot with a pocket full of loot
Baby girl kick off them boots and let's ride
[Hook]
What's up boo
(Pimpin)
We at home
You know what time it is
You know what's on
What's your zodiac what's your sign
Tell me what u like to do
With your spare time
What's up baby
You got a man?
U can tell me
I'll under stand any children?
You got a girl
She your heart
She your world
Where u been all my life time
Doin your thing
I like that ma
You off the chain
Where your hot spot
What cha like
Do you think that you can handle this all night
[Chorus - Juvenile 2x]
I heard about that money, that's some nice change
For the right price, we'll buss the right brains.
Boy look, nigga don't play no games no mo
Niggas a buss ya head if you bang they ho.
[Lil Pete]
Say I heard about the money, that's some nice change.
For the right price i'll buss the right thang.
See I ain't playing.
My nigga don't play no games no mo.
We just sit back and plot and load up the ammo.
Cause this a kick doe.
So bitch lay it down.
Fill a nigga with rounds fo fuckin round.
Knock down yo mound, you temptin me.
Bumpin yo gums, flexin bout yo jewelry.
Ya wannabe, its bout to be a tragedy.
I catch em slippin while he rollin in his Bentley.
Fo sheezy my neezy, I'm off da meter.
P.T. and this little nigga, Little Peter.
I grab tha millimeter.
yeah, that heater heater.
I put money down hope to see they hit the fuckin doe.
And ain't no lookin back.
I'm dressed in all black.
Ready for combat.
I heard about that change.
[Chorus - Juvenile 2x]
I heard about that money, that's some nice change
For the right price, we'll buss the right brains.
Boy look, nigga don't play no games no mo
Niggas a buss ya head if you bang they ho.
[P.T.]
I heard about that money, that's some nice change.
Fo the right price, i'll buss the right brains.
I scoop em up like a muthafuckin hurricane.
I'm shottin him, her and everything.
Cocaine distribution got me ridin fo you.
On my way to da Nolia,
Bout to roll on dem souljas.
and then its mississippi,
then its Alabama.
I-20
Atlanta.
Pimp this bird wit bout 15 birds.
Ride through Promise U. to get served.
23 a ki. and you ain't gotta shop with me.
I'm catchin mine from the sea.
It's P.T. That's why I keep a .44
Nigga a buss ya head if you band his ho.
But i'm too deep in this game.
Yeah pussy nigga,
You done heard bout that change.
[Chorus - Juvenile 2x]
I heard about that money, that's some nice change
For the right price, we'll buss the right brains.
Boy look, nigga don't play no games no mo
(Pastor Troy)
ooh, ooh, ooh
yeah, this for da clones in the ATL,
With them fake a** chains,
For all the flexy a** ni**az comin' outta Atlanta,
Verse 1
iiiii'm comin, 2 50 cal's in hand,
long goatee's ni**a da taliban,
i'll murda man, i'm tryin to murk somethin,
this aint no chuck e cheese,
i'm tryin to hurt somethin',
These ni**az claimin G's, claimin' they run the south, please..
How you run this sh** in them butt fu** caprice,
Atleast you outta know bout' my thrown,
the P the T the R the O the Y,
ni**a i'm so fly call me jet,
jump off in the ocean still aint wet,
I flex I mothafu**in ball betta ax em,
catch a ni**a talkin sh**,
motherfu**in blast em,
Murda, M - U - R - D - A,
i'm pumpin gats at whoever in the way,
I got the gunplay, don't think they understand,
don't think they wanna fu** with the Murda Man.
Chorus
I don't think they wanna fu** with the murda man, fu** with the murda man
fu** with the murda man
(well ah haaaa) (x 4)
Verse 2
yaaaaa'll trippin',
not everybody crunk,
yall' ni**az gonna make me pop tha trunk,
cause I remember way back in the day, when the ATL was'nt gettin no play,
then I came out, drop, we ready,
ni**az went to bouncin',
ridin' dem box chevys,
But I guess that was then,
This is now.... when I catch ya a** in the street, the guns plow,
I represent the heart,
I represent the Anger,
I represent the real,
I represent the danger,
I represent the cars,
I represent the dream,
I represent repect,
I'm representin my team,
it's Pistol PT, aka the Murda Man,
Ya pistol's in ya car,
My pistol's in my hand,
and you can ask Jan,
I shot a ni**a ran,
don't think you understand, i'm the fu**in' Murda Man(haaaa)
Chours(x 4)
Verse 3
Stiiiiiill spinnin',
empty my magazine,
I jump off in my limozine, and fleet the scene,
This aint the swat team,
this aint' lil scrappy and them,
I love that hard sh**,
and fu** a platinum,
and lil jon', used to be my homie, used to be my ace,
now I wanna slap tha taste, out yo mouth,
ni**a down south i'm a legend,
when u see me, keep mothafu**in' steppin,
they flexin... so what u got a A(ATL) Hat ni**a?
that don't mean sh**,
to a southside killa,
What's up Shay, what's up toadd,
On that air, shady park,
Murda, M - U - R - D - A,
i'm bustin' shots at whoever in my way,
cockin' my a.k.,
don't think they understand.. But I don't think they wanna fu** with the Murda Man(haaaa)
Chorus(x 4)
Verse 1 Pastor Troy
I heard some bitch ass niggaz had an attitude
I eat 'em up like some motherfuckin dog food
I know it sounds rude It's suppost to
And pussy nigga I motherfuckin own you
On the radio talkin bout this and that
I stay home listen and cleanin my gat
At first they like Pastor Troy can't belive 'em
Kick in the door and then motherfuckin eat 'em
Snap his ass up then
Then attack his friends
Then slap that bitch and she motherfuckin friends
To the end it's motherfuckin on hoe
It's Pastor troy and I'm havin fun hoe
Chorus
I don't think they wanna fuck with the murda man
Fuck wit the murda man fuck wit the murda man fuck wit the murda man
I don't think they wanna fuck with the murda man
Fuck wit the murda man fuck wit the murda man fuck wit the murda man
I don't think they wanna fuck with the murda man
Fuck wit the murda man fuck wit the murda man fuck wit the murda man
I don't think they wanna fuck with the murda man
Fuck wit the murda man fuck wit the murda man fuck wit the murda man
Verse 2 Pastor Troy
Verse 2 I'ma ride on BME
Man what the fuck is BME
Y'all niggaz ain't BMF
I can hadle y'all bitches by my damn self
Fuck lil scrappy, fuck lil jon, fuck don p and his son
Fuck big sam, fuck lil bo
You know who it is it's PT hoe
Fuck crime mob whose it to
I heard the song it's bullshit boo
Cross eyed bastards fuckin wit me
You know I'm a G
Ya boy PT
I keep ridin hard ridin strong
Suck my dick scrappy my dick is long
You played me wrong
I'm not the one
Outside the club wit my tommy gun
You know me nigga I shoot the crowd
It's DSGB and I say it loud
Say it proud Fuck BME
'cause y'all pussy ass niggaz can't fuck wit me
Verse 1: pastor troy
If this is space age pimping
Then i'ma work for nasa
Coming up with tight ass shit
Cause this the pastor
Creep up on 'em wit laughter
Soon as she show them pearly whites
I grin back at her
Cause I'm gone fuck her ass tonite
Pussy be tight
But that don't mean that it's gone end
Cause once I hit
Here comes the grand opening
She hoping then that she can be my main lady
And to keep pussy
I smile and tell her maybe
We lounge on leather
I wonder if whether
You know I'm da playa
Not the captain save a. ho
Then I'm back sinking banks
While slitting swishers
Lights, cameras, action
Why bitches be snapping pictures
Wish ya had the lout
Wish ya had the money
Wish ya had that big body benz filled with hundreds
It's funny
Cause niggas think just cause we got stacks
But when I was broke bitches still rode on my lap
Perhaps
The money that's earned the game that's learned
Them hoe's that yearn
Make them pussy niggas eat yo worm
But here's your turn
Shit go ahead bust shots at me
Cause fucking hoe's and making money the priority
Hook:
I got my mind on my money
I ain't studdin' these hoe's (repeat 2x)
I ain't studdin' these hoe's 2x
Verse 2: pastor troy
A bunch of bitches don't bring no glory
Shit all they bring is a fucking bunch of lies and stories
And yeah I got a stack of stories standing weed high
And you can't take 'em with you when a nigga has to die
So I say fuck her
Bitches I try my best to duck em
I'm on the run
All these jealous motherfucking niggas
Is packing guns
For fun they wanna take the air
The pastor breathe
But the shit does not give me a scare
They best believe
With ease I want to leave this earth
But i'ma let these muthafuckers try to kill me first
Let's keep it interesting
The topics I be mentioning
Hell and heaven walking streets with that mack 11
Shot 'em with 7
Pop them niggas pick my shells up
And run and kick 'em
Tell them niggas we don't give a fuck
And fuck who with 'em
Equitted so see me smiling to a round of applause
Shot a bird at the judge
Tell 'em fuck they laws
My ball is hard as bricks
So I be damned if he charge me with shit
I'm sick as o.j.
And gonna make these hoe's day
It's understood
Pastor troy up out this muthafucker with the money and the goods
Hook: 4x
I got my mind on my money
I ain't studdin' these hoe's (repeat 2x)
Hook: male singer
Look what I'm going thru 16x
Verse 1: t mac
I was sitting at the table while popping on my yego
Dual off in my chevy got me loose finna let go
And I got 'em ducking finna buck 'em
Shaking bitches off with fire when I'm lucking
Murder keep me fiending for a pill in the kill and I steel when I ratter
Tatter tatter
Watch her body splatter cause it really doesn't matter
If I gotta i'ma pop her and the clip gone stop her
Ena forina sipping on a zima
Smoke cut it out
How you live about
Bitches in the south
Women in the south
Where my yams and my chicken and my color I'm picking,
I'm picking, I'm choosing,
I'm losing my mind my niggas is all of the time
Dope than I choke
Coughing the smoke
So I be like fuck that dope
Let's go bump a dime
Fuck with my mind
Keeping the nine all of the time
I'm chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine
Fuck what a nigga say he gone do
I represent bulletproof
And I been down since '92
Y'all don't know what I done been thru
Hook: male singer
Look what I'm going thru 16x
Verse 2: pastor troy
Shit all I got is a bunch of problems and other stress
In the land where a little man must wear a vest
Settle for less
But I got lesser
Got this bitch that ain't shit and God won't bless her
Won't slow me down
Front this ho around let's be fo' real
Kill or be killed
I got feelings but I still can't feel
Hungry for meals
And until I can say I got it
I'ma go take these crackers hostage at they college
That's higher learning
Blunt burning gone help me see
The realness of this fucked up reality
It's blasphemy
A quarter ki of cooked coco
Beware, although a bunch of fucking punks out there
Ain't no scare
Look what I'm going thru
Hook: male singer
Look what I'm going thru 16x
Verse 3: eleven twenty-nine
Quarter birds slabbed on the scale with no cut
Can't worry about what niggas think cause they don't wanna see me up
1988 we had connections like them goodfellas
Smith and wesson on my side cause can't nobody tell us
Nigga what the fuck you doing how we do it when
I pray to God that he forgive me for my sins
My mama still tell me till this day
Better watch this how they play
And muthafuck what niggas say
That's that's why my mind can't get trapped
Inside a nigga no bullshit
Tripping off some anna that's why I be quick to pull quick
Money still rolling holdin' down this shit with congregation
Sold my soul
Done pimped my foes, still big facing
Got me pacing
Hook: male singer
Look what I'm going thru 16x
Verse 4: mica b
Coming up in the game making this money
We constantly bumping gimme some on the scene
Gotta pocket in the bank full of green
And all my real thugs roll to clean
Chiefin' that goody
Thinking bout business
Short term and long term
Bullets we burn
With a thick firm
Let the whole world know it's our turn
Major d in tennessee, atl, georgia, and m-town
Bound to crank a spot up now
Yes you know we pack them rounds, uh
Making moves in the hood
Chiefing with the big boys
Rolling in the big toys
Making all the big noise
Ain't scared to go to war
And all us hustlers like to score
I'm dropping that pants worse
Pimp first
Then fuck what haters speak
I'm pimping on these streets
And these south joints paying me
Mange twah in the marriott
I send 'em to the private parties
Then scoop 'em up
[Intro: Teena Marie Out on a Limb sampled]
I'm out on a limb
I-I'm out on a limb-limb-limb [faded]
[Verse 1:]
Well I'm Pastor Troy I got a license to kill
I shot that 50 cal.in your motherfuckin' grill
Niggas talking shit but everybody got a tounge
What you got to say when I'm chillin' with my gun
PT nigga I got the license and I'm trifling
Catch him in his hood and get to motherfuckin' sniping
I wish them niggas would but them niggas ain't real
A license- a license- a license to kill
I been in this game since them dukey roll chains
Chillin with my uncle off sellin' cocaine
Smoking weed with my friends when I was 10
Outside of the school drinking motherfuckin' gin
[Chorus: x2]
Well I'm Pastor Troy I got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is, it's time to get real
Now what do we have here, a fuck nigga in fear
I run this land you understand I make my self clear
[Verse 2:]
Well I'm Pastor Troy I got the license to murk
I leave them niggas dick in the motherfuckin' dirt
Been puttin' in work since I got my first pistol
From my 22 to my motherfuckin' missile
A L-I-c-ense to kill
Extreme heat (huh) is all you feel
A 100 round 223 you can't dodge it
I put you on the beam and I'm making my deposit
Rockets, grenades, and the machete
Military issue K cause I'm ready
I'm dumpin' and I'm dumpin' so you better write your will
A license- a license- a license to kill
[Chorus x2]
It was this nigga with this black cutlass
Named chris
He had shot at cott but he missed
First error
Now he riding in terror
Over shoulder ever looking
I told him when he came he should
Have stayed in brooklyn
Reason being
They knew that he was kin to pat reed
Pat had lied they believe
So they looking for them keys
Now can you see where bragging get ya?
Them niggas ain't shooting for fun
They trying to hit ya and
And dead for real
Now I'm riding with phil
Too drunk to be behind the wheel
But packing my steel
Just in case they need the thrill
Went up to the hill
It's freaknik every weekend
The sirs in the car,
We need some fucking hoes to get in
And that's when
(boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ooh wee
The mutherfucking sounds was enough to kill me
All I see is niggas running, jumping off in the chevy's
Put my finger on my trigger so my nigga I'm ready
Is that teddy?
Slouched over in that nova my nigga
Indeed, yes it was
Guess what, that's chris 'cause
Yall know what
Man this shit just ain't gone disappear
So you better get ya shit
'cause it's on down here!
Chorus:it's on down here!
Troy: yeah, fuck all y'all up north mutherfuckers, all of them
Fuck wu-tang, fuck puffy, fuck the law
Whoever the hell, fuck em all
I knew that cott was coming back 'cause cott been a fool
That nigga had a m-16 up at the school
That nigga one of two
Mutherfuckers that I know
That's gone start some fucking shit
Anywhere he fucking go
Who the other?
Cott's brother kareem
He 15
Got the milli 14 with the infa red beam
And the candy green lac
With some duals on the back
Put some shoes on that bitch
And they stole all that
Matter fact, him and mac
Every basketball game
Other niggas came to hang
But they came to bring the pain
It's the same out come
Out come of the ground
We give a damn where you from
Mutherfucker lay it down
[Hook: x8]
It's on da map (uh huh, yeah!)
[Verse 1: Drama]
Been down and dirty from the start
Bitch I been damn hard
Kept it treal, locked our grills, stayed away from them buster's
Hidey hi, hidey ho, listen nigga this here how it go
C-4 to ya door, blow yo muthafuckin block off
Thoroughbred, bitch, ho, nigga, let's lock up
A-t-l-a-n-t-a, G-A that's where I fuckin' stay
Haps and hurl ya gats, listen boy check ya map
Hydro, I blow everyday all day
When I die Lord please let me be high and fucked up
A blunt off in my mouth and some yak off in my cup
Chin checking, wig splitter, with a tank off in my pants
Fuck the talking, square it out, cock ya pistol let's dance
It's Tight IV Life and this ya Colonel, Mr. D-r-a-m-a
Godby Road is where ya from and that's located in the A
But since ya won'ts ta ask, then I got to let 'cha know
I represent Atlanta, Georgia, please believe that's on the blow
[Hook: x8]
It's on da map (uh huh, yeah!)
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
I pump slugs, please do not play with me
I promise you gone see a place that you gone hate to be
I stand there patiently, then I start cranking up
This Remi in my cup
Tell them they fucking up
I come from way back, it's Bankhead ho
A North Avenue, 1342
While you at home with boo, I'm on the grind ho
I come from Georgia ho
Just thought I'd let y'all know
I puff upon my dro', the best I ever had
Please do not make me mad, with all the ackin bad
Boy I swear I got some bullets long as ding-a-ling
And I ain't only killing you I'm killing everything
So bling bling if ya wanna, I'm cut off jeans and a tee
I'm representing like a flag for D.S.G.B.
Ain't nothing free so you ol' me for this ass spankin'
Where the muthafuckers from what'cha thinking
[Hook: x8]
It's on da map (uh huh, yeah!)
[Verse 3: Fabo]
There come the police, knocking on my do'
With the GBI, said I was over the Georgia line
I committed a homicide
Running for my life this year it's 2000 I'm bout to get mine
Started flipping the scrip, on the grind, all the time
Now it's tragedy, cause everybody know what's happening
They got me up at the post office, they after me
Can't capture me
I'm a young gun, a desperado
Go blow for blow
I'm a hell of a nigga, they already know
I know they'll try that's why I got my vest protecting my chest
And I'm dressed in black boy
And that's the really take care of the rest
I'm feeling distressed, I know I should've but do I would
Muthafucker tried to buck, that's why I had to do it
I could've blew it, I did it execution style
He was on his knees and nailed his hands on the bathroom tile
I stayed awhile, and filled the house of evidence
They go through hell fucking with this Georgia resident
[Hook: x16]
It's on the map (uh huh, yeah!)
[Pastor Troy:]
[Hook 1x] Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug High for a nigga like me to show luv Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what When the push come the shuv [(Verse 1): Eleven Twenty-Nine] Ya'll niggas better get fo' real (whassup) Ya'll niggas know bullets kill (whassup) Ya'll muggin' with ya'll grills (whassup) Don't make me weigh this steel (whassup) Now what you wanna go and do this fo' (whassup) Some of ya'll be trippin' dope (whassup) See them niggas kicking in yo do' (whassup) Punk bitch nigga on the flo' (whassup) I'm the kinda nigga that be ready (whassup) Ya'll kinda niggas just don't scare me (whassup) Smoked out still chiefing on ghetty (whassup) ?? come and get me (whassup) Peep a nigga been deep in the game (whassup) and a bullet ain't got no name (whassup) We ain't gone play the same (whassup) Ya'll niggas wanna get some fame (whassup) Slip the clip in the gat, then I roll where them muthafuckin' niggas be hanging at (whassup) Come around to the back (whassup), What was that? (whassup) Put the slugs in the pipe, rat-tat-tat (whassup) Some of ya'll niggas just be talking game, recognized for the shit you said (whassup) You the kinda nigga let it go to yo head (whassup) Step to me wrong get popped in the head (whassup) [Hook 1x:] Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug High for a nigga like me showin luv Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it When the push come the shuv Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what [(Verse 2): Big Boy] Where my niggas from the east?, Where my niggas from the west? Niggas with the clout, where my niggas in the south Bulletproof niggas wearing bulletproof vests Big boy back with the grill in his mouth M-E-M-P to the H-I-S 100 golds nigga how we do it in the south We gone fire, muthafucka it don't stop Burn baby burn, we gone rise to the top Ghetto made niggas living to make hits Sippin on some remi coz we stay gettin' lit' Fried in the brain coz I smoked that shit Real muthafuckers know we gotta get it, oh oh Coming through this bitch finna lay 'em on down Mug on my face cause I keep a mean frown Tennessee now a nigga ATL bound Mug on my face when I mob through a crowd Hand on my gat nigga get to loud Hit 'em up with the uh, pow pow, Hit 'em up with the uh, pow pow, pow pow You can come up missing, if a nigga gotta bust the gat cause my automatic finna come bring the drama I'm finna unload my 4-5, So you niggas represent or you gone die [Hook 1x:] Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug High for a nigga like me to show luv When the push come the shuv Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it [Verse 3: Pastor Troy] Okay, they had hung me up on they cross for 3 days I came down and went at they boss with the A.K. Bullets ringing, I'm maintaining a steady grin When it begin I didin't know how to fucking act I'm killing him, I'm killing her, and any friends You was so real, so treal, so fucking whack You talk that gangsta shit I am that gangsta shit If its like that, I'ma go and suit up bitch I got a army buddy, ready to kill you I'm bustin' mildew, I knock yo' grill through Cause I done proved that proof ain't need no evidence I walked up on 'em, pop, pop, pop and I represent Ready [Hook till end:] Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug High for a nigga like me to show luv Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it When the push come the shuv Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what
[Verse 1:]
Introduction to a lunatic (come on):huh, y'all playing (come on)
Got AK's for tha stupid shit (come on):huh,
And that's all I'm saying (come on)
Yeah, laying low, bag of dro', smoking heavily (uh-huh)
Carl Mo drop the muthafuckin melody (well uh-huh)
Y'all don't wanna get this thing crunked up (uh-huh)
I got my pistol in my gut, nigga what! (uh-huh)
Younger paper, so these haters about maxed out (uh-huh)
I approach 'em they don't know what I'm talking bout (well uh-huh)
Say "Naw Troy, I don't understand,
I tried to warn all them niggas that you the man" (well uh-huh)
I'm making money, I'm country, and roll wit felons (uh-huh)
You talking bout shit real, Bitch who ya telling? (well uh-huh)
?? like a code red
And I ain't' grinning till you muthafuckin dead
Who said?:
[Hook:]
If I go out in a blaze
Tell all them pussy muthafuckers I was gunning till I fell in my grave
And I don't sweat the disrespect
I expose the tech to let them know that I was never afraid
[Repeat]
Bitch I'm muthafuckin made - [4x]
Get paid
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, verse two I'm a make you feel real lame
Got a gram talking bout he in the dope game
Say he got a nigga coming from Amida
I'm a introduce ya nigga to my Ruga
You got 30 ki's nigga bring ya ki's out
Muthafucker you still sleeping at ya mama house
Selling dope for 5 years with no profit
Bitch if you can't come up you needs to stop it
Tha game I locked it, nobody else can enter
D-S-G-B representer
We in the winter riding drop tops
Pussy nigga you need to stop, give me my props
They call the cops but that ain't necessary
(A tell 'em why) - I'm made
Go get some knowledge from yo library
Pussy nigga learn to get paid
[Hook:]
If I go out in a blaze
Tell all them pussy muthafuckers I was gunning till I fell in my grave
And I don't sweat the disrespect
I expose the tech to let them know that I was never afraid
[Repeat]
Bitch I'm muthafuckin made - [4x]
What's up baby, you know what time it is,
Come here,
Yea come here baby.
I wanna taste you, (ooohhhh)
'cause you look so good to me. x2
(Ohhh babah)
P.T. baby
Fuckin jeazy
Verse One
Now im jus sittin here, watchin my, baby in her lingerie,
Im kissin her, holdin her, listenin to 12 play,
And im sunk in one, hopin one, day she could be wifey.
Thugged up from da flo up but hell dats why she like it,
So politely, I asked her, why does she love da pastor?
Did she love me combo or was it just my condo?
She answered me, pronto, why don't you believe me?
If you don't believe me then motha fucka leave it.
I loved it, her answer; it killed me like a cancer.
All I could do is smile; she knew it the whole while,
I could see you wit my child, look me in my face boo,
How can I replace you? Baby, I wanna taste you.
I wanna taste you,
(Said I wanna taste you babah)
'cause you look so good to me. (Wohhwohh)
(I wanna taste you baby)
I wanna taste you,
'cause you look so good to me,
Verse two baby,
Verse Two
Very few sights, Light da lights, how you light em up,
Love how we fuck, love when I get my dick sucked,
What tis up? Layback down, you know im gon hold you down,
Got dat thang all nice and shaved, im bout'a let my tounge cave,
Lickin ha neck, lickin ha ear, girl don't run bring yo ass here,
Lickin her spine makin her cringe, then I suck her titties, then
Lick around her belly ring, ('cause) imma bout'a do da thing,
Kissin on her thigh, as I listen to r Kelly sing,
12 play soft, in the back-ground its goin down,
I just feel her finga tips, every time I lick her lips,
She grabbin on my dreads, im cummin out dat head,
And gon give her breakfast in bed
. that's my baby.
I wanna taste you,
(I wanna taste you baby! yeahhh)
'cause you look so good to me.
(Said you look so good baby Ahhhhahhaahaahaa)
I wanna taste you,
(I wanna taste you baby! Yeahhhwoohhh)
'cause you look so good to me.
I pray for peace and equality
I pray for opportunity
I pray for everything that I feel is due to me
I pray for both of my parents
I pray for mother and father
I pray for prayin to God let me put meals on the altar
I pray for niggaz I'm missin
I pray for niggaz in prison
I pray for niggaz in the ground
Can't wait to hear the sound of mothafuckin laughter
Asking God to have mercy on the Pastor
You know my heart
I pray for niggaz with no where to stay
They put them people on the street every other day
It's people starving right here in our country man
But yet we still dropping food in Afghanistan
Don't understand
I pray for the congress, I pray for the president
I pray for that nigga locked down with no evidence
It's all gone be straight cause
It's all depending on the level of your faith cause
I'm prayin for ya
[Hook x2]
I know I ain't no pastor
But I still pray
I'm thankful for the sunshine like everyday
Too many things taken for granted, don't understand it
Don't stray away from them
You gots to pray for em
I pray for niggaz with nothing
I pray for all of my cousins
I pray for all of my people, we all here struggling
I pray for all of the teachers
I pray for all of the preachers
I pray for wisdom and knowledge
What makes me a leader
I pray for all of my rights
I pray for all of my wrongs
I pray for all of my niggaz that's dead and gone
Guess we'll holla in the after life
I always heard them say that death was a small price
A sacrifice
I pray for the orphans
I pray for all of the homeless
The reason we suffer cause God knows we the strongest
Together we stand, divided we fuckin fall
Come with a plan understand we can kill 'em all
I pray for the weak
I pray for the weary
I pray for that nigga that listen to me sincerely
It's all gone be straight cause
It's all depending on the level of your faith cause
I'm prayin for ya
Cause I be damn (what) [3x]
[Lil Pete]
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be riding them vogues
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be pimping them hoes
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be burning that dro
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If DSGB ain't ready for war
Cause I be damn
If I don't have that tek 9 in my car
Cause I be damn
If Lil' Pete ain't gone shine bright like a star
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If them niggas run up and they don't get done
Cause I be damn
If my pot don't blaze hot like the sun
Cause I be damn
If you don't know you done fucked with the one
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If them boys don't be keeping it hot
Cause I be damn
If them boys don't be busting them glocks
Cause I be damn
If them boys don't be cranking the spot
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If my niggas won't shut down the club
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be pumping them slugs
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be selling them drugs
Cause I be damn
Cause I be damn (say what)
Cause I be damn [16x]
[Pinhead]
Cause I be damn if a nigga won't
Damn if a nigga will
Damn if I won't get my glock out and shoot to kill
Damn if I'm gonna miss
Damn if I'm getting bitched
Damn if you gonna play me out like I'm new to this
Damn if it ain't a hit
Damn if this ain't the song
That you realize that them Georgia boys dropping bombs
Damn if I ain't gone ride in the Benz getting high
Damn if I ain't in the back loading up a 45
Damn when it's time to blaze
To the hood getting paid
Damn when my niggas busting shops full of that gunplay
Damn when I see a hoe, got to let that bitch know
That I'm rolling dro in that motherfucking optimo
Damn when I'm gonna leave with your bitch smoking weed
Got them fucking hoes in the club steady jocking me
Cause I be damn [12x]
[Blackoutt]
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be riding on dubs
Cause I be damn
If DSGB don't be throwing it up
Cause I be damn
If you swerving through my block with a mug
Cause I be damn [3x]
If I let them coppers catch me in traffic
And I be damn
If I let them fuckers stop me from rapping
Cause I be damn
If run across, this shit gone get drastic
Cause I be damn [3x]
If I let this fuck nigga ride wit me
Get high wit me, your chicken head ass girl wanna get
right beside me
Cause I be damn if I let that bitch ride for free
Cause I be damn if I let these demons dwell wit me
Cause I be damn if I let these crackers bury me
And give a fuck if they murder me CAUSE I BE DAMN!!
Hook: 8x
Nigga don't fuck with me I'm having a bad day
Verse 1: eleven twenty-nine
Sometimes I get in a mood when a nigga wanna hate this
Sitting back watching niggas die
You don't really wanna face this
If you niggas want it
I'm take 'em all down with some buck fire
Flip 'em off with a couple of rounds
Hundreds in my clip like that when I click clack
With my click better what
Coming from the waist better what
Eleven finna hit 'em with the what
Troy finna hit 'em with the what
Kill 'em all when they be thinking that I'm playing with 'em
Knowing that we gone get 'em
Watch how many bullets hit 'em
Leave 'em all dead
Aiming for the head
Running from the feds
Living for the bread
Y'all just don't know all the shit that niggas done said
Trying to get paid in a cold world
When it ain't all-to the good y'all
Wanna big ball
Wanna shot call
Wanna test this
Make a death wish
Hook: 8x
Nigga don't fuck with me I'm having a bad day
Verse 2: t mac
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
Cause I'm having a bad day
Sat up in my bed got out the wrong way
Reload my clips in both my a.k.'s
Brush my head cause I ain't got no braids
Bad to the bone when a nigga get wrong
And I'm still bucking with my muthafuckin' tone
Niggas you can't handle this so leave this alone
I'm the type of nigga right even when I'm wrong
Jump out the ally making niggas get gone
Y'all ain't ready
If you will then it's on
The congregation got yo mind in a zone
That we kick better cover up ya dome
Cause it's gone be on till the break of dawn
In tha dirty dirty where them niggas riding chrome
Quick to bust a slug at a nigga
Take a plug
Got that nigga from my muthafucking home
Hook: 8x
Nigga don't fuck with me I'm having a bad day
Verse 3: pastor troy
I pump slugs
Pow, pow, pow, pow, plow
Yeah bitch, shit what the fuck you saying now
My whole click, been begging for this gangster shit
I pack a deadly weapon
Bitch I'm the crucifix
The virgin mary gave me head last night
I flipped her on her knees
Shook ya ass with that pipe
Nigga the whole fight between me and lucifer
And I think he winning because I be steady shooting
It ain't nothing new to the- - muthafucking moon
I'm sent to hell cause heaven ran out of room
The sonic... boom just like street fighter
But I drank gasoline and I smoke muthafucking lighters
Hook: 16x
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga(x4)
P TROY NIGGA!
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga(x4)
[Pastor Troy]
Hit em, hit em, hit em, pray lord of mercy,
Help em God, Pastor Troy baby and I'm comin hard,
Had to sit back and see the big picture, prolly in the back seat bustin me a swisher,
So high I getcha, huffin and puffin, cussin over percussions, out the back field, two thousand yards rushin,
I'm struttin, I'm cuttin, I'm spinnin, I'm jukin, got your girlfriend on the sideline lookin,
Wassup baby, it's all a game, not the only one there is who maintains,
They all know my name I'm the heavyweight champ, I rock the belt and got some killas in my camp,
This (???) has got me up, got me ready to shut the club down,
Take it all the way for a mothafuckin touchdown, less clown,
Dancin in the endzone, I'm lookin good I'm lookin strong,
Pastor Troy, bout to get you buck tell them ho's its on,
*Chorus*
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here, hell yeah!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[Gon get u buck nigga!]
If you came to get buck throw it up!
If you came to get buck throw it up!
Eastside! Westside! Northside! Southside ho!
[Pastor Troy]
PT baby I came to get crunk, I don't get low I don't ATL stomp,
All I do is come through in the clutch,
Talk a lotta shit back a lotta shit up,
I'm bout to spit it real yo, mothafuckin dutch,
I'd rather grab I mic, then grab my nuts,
I got it in cruise control, I got it set,
From College Park, better early known as the DEC,
All over Zone 3, an Zone 4, every set that you claim, I gotta ho, ya know,
She ready! Prolly got more balls than you,
She ready! Hey there boo, what they do?
The Pastor, after me there be three,
Two that ain't there and one you can't see,
Its just me, the PT cruisa,
I'm independent and I'm bout to do ya, and its...
*Chorus*
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here, hell yeah!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[Gon get u buck nigga!]
If you came to get buck throw it up!
If you came to get buck throw it up!
Girls shakin that ass boy (Yeah)
Shakin that ass all in yo lil young face nigga
(Yall know it's on)
Them girls say, "Troy bring another
Pop That Pussy for us"
(Get 'em out them thongs)
D.S.G.B. where y'all at?
(Ain't nothing but some money in here)
Them Down South Georgia Girls
(Yall know it's on)
Get this money right (Get that money right)
Get 'em out them thongs
[Chorus] 2x
She on her hands and her knees and she workin that ass
She on her hands and her knees and she twerkin that
She on her hands and her knees and she shakin that ass
Straight poppin that ass, I mean she droppin that ass
[Verse 1]
Step off in the strip club dead fresh
Right in time for the amateur contest
Go to the DJ give him bout 500 hundred
I got some mo hoe I wanna see how bad you want it
Who is this caramel from the A-T-L?
You know the business, my dick is hard as hell
What you wanna do? Where the V?
Where the after P? What you drinkin B?
Why don't you come and dance for me?
Take it to the ground don't be dancin all nonchalant
You don't wanna dance
You don't wanna hit my fuckin blunt
What you really want is the money, you can tell me
I'm the consumer, what you got to sell me?
I'd rather pay, 'fore you call me everyday
Talking out the way because I won't say
Where I'm at, or what I do
A matter fact Ms. Bree fuck you
[Chorus] 2x
In the V.I.P wit this new chick
They say they call her White, White Chocolate
Greased up from her motherfuckin toes up
Went to poppin that ass, had to tell her hold up
Droppin hundreds, gettin blunted
Cause she super stunted
PT tryin to cut
White Chocolate what's up?
I got the pent house, me and my nigga Red Mouth
Round up yo homegirls and then we all can ride out
Limo at the do', don't go if you playin hoe
Take it to the flo', let me know that you is fo' sho'
I ain't wit the games, spendin change I'm a balla
I'm a act a bitch when I know I ain't gone call her
To all the, niggaz in the club spendin cash
She on hands and knees, she shakin that ass
And shakin it fast, and shakin it faster
Make that ass clap for the motherfuckin Pastor
[Chorus] 2x
Aye yo this joint right here is for all my ladies
(Yall know it's on)
Across the motherfuckin nation
We do this big baby (Get 'em out them thongs)
All the DJ's in the strip club representing
that P-Troy shit (They know it's on)
What's up baby we doing this thang big
(Get 'em out them thongs)
What's up Cacky Lac, what's up Charlotte
Ga in this motherfucker, Ga in this motherfucker
Gentlemen's club, Boom Boom Room, Boom Boom Room
All the strip clubs drop this motherfuckin blaze
Crank this shit up, Let's get paid
It's going down in a major way
What's up TD, what's up Royal, what's up Drama Boy
Where they at? Let's ride y'all, let's ride
Man it's 4 o'clock in the motherfucking morning
It's 4 o'clock in the damn morning
I'm drunk as hell, let's go
Hook: 8x
My niggas (get 'em up)
My bitches (get 'em up)
Verse 1: lil' pete
It's pete baby
You best of recognize
Grab my gold teeth baby
One of the good guys
Say she's a freak baby
Tell me what's up then
U wanna freak
I wanna freak
Then we can freak then
Living this life of sin
Drinking bout everyday
Smoking bout everyday, in that gray escalade
I hit my nigga dre'
Dre' what's the word dawg
I got bout twenty-three ways let's go ball dawg
Help me burn down dis log
This dro' to much for me
It's getting hard to see
But they can't stop a g'
Living delicately
And I'm going put 'em up 2x
And I'm going keep 'em up
Hook: 8x
My niggas (get 'em up)
My bitches (get 'em up)
Verse 2: s.m.k.
Sometimes I feel like I'm going die
That's why I keep a tone
Cause ain't no telling when I might have to prove a nigga wrong
Some nigga ackin like he bad
Now he long gone
I'ma be the one in back laughing and giggling in the funeral home
Cause I just got out the institution cause I'm crazy jone
And a nigga think I'm bullshitting with them masses on
Come on, come on everybody come on
Nigga we ready
So whatever you wanna get on
Breaking niggas off the top what I spit on
Fucking niggas up with the shit they better get on
Boy you don't wanna make me have to pull a get gone
I'ma get to bucking with my muthafucking tone
Leave ya folks crying they gone hate you gone
? ? ? ? with the acapella tone
From memphis to atlanta getting bust in domes
Stick with the niggas in bulletproof it's on
Then shout with the chrome glock to the knock
Another muthafucker test me I think not
Hook: 8x
My niggas (get 'em up)
My bitches (get 'em up)
Verse 3:
See I ride with the chrome
Out of town finna clown
Keep ya phone on wrong
Sideways in the whip
Every time when I dip through the hood it's on
Everything after making the green
I kind of hate when ya hate mine
Irritated when ya waited for the online
Never hard to find
When we all gone shine 2x
Get ya cheese on
My niggas gotta hustle for that, juggle for that
But you better stay strapped with the gat
Everytime when the hugger make contact
Real niggas got push 'em all back
In the mist of dust
Like my guns when we come
This ain't no test execution my son
Nightmares after twelve
They catching hell
Millionaires
So we don't care
Cause all my niggas posting bail, uh
Sometimes I feel like a nut
Sometimes I don't
Thinking that I won't get 'em left on the scene
Like no what I mean
Nigga no what I mean
Hook: 8x
My niggas (get 'em up)
[Intro]
Look..
Listen here (Yuh)
Yeah,
I got 'em
This for all them punk ass niggaz in this shit (I got 'em)
If you a punk ass nigga you gon feel this in your heart (I got 'em)
Fuck niggaz
[Chorus x4]
Mutha'fuck them niggaz
I'mma burn them niggaz
I'mma take them niggaz with me
[Verse 1]
If it was a fifth, we'd all get fucked up
These pussy ass niggaz got the game twist up
Cause everybody hard, everybody real
Everybody ballin', everybody kill
Everybody slick, everybody smoothe
Everybody packing, what the fuck them niggaz gon' do
Everybody pimpin', everybody mob
Everybody bout to get mutha'fuckaz robbed
These niggaz fucking with the wrong one, pistol whip with the big gun
Extra-clip with an attitude, "What the fuck am I dog food?"
Bite the hands that feeds me, cause I don't need these
Cracker mutha'fuckaz that I always see, constantly
Try and compare me to, fuck niggaz do what you do
Im thee original, multi-dimensional
But these ol' pussy boys, want to be Pastor Troy
Bout to get blast on, "where the fuck is my mask homes?"
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Everybody want to put violence in they rhyme
They love +50cent+, cause he got shot 9 times
But what about me, I dun' shot 9 mutha'fuckaz
Left a nigga in his yard fa' his mother
I shot the brother, I shot the aunt
I fucked the sister, and smoked a blunt
I'm on the hunt for +Red October+,
Leave them niggaz bleeding blood out them Range Rovers
Until its over, you know that I'm gunning
We looking for niggaz, that frontin' and stuntin'
My nigga I'mma be dumping some shit got them bombs from Russia
Some shit that I got runs deep, gonna hush ya'
Nigga!
This shit is for all the motherfuckin niggaz out there
Doin what the fuck they gotta do to feed the family
[pastor troy]
Hangin up out the window, ready to blow
I'm harassed by crackers, the stress of the pastor
-look in my eyes-
I'm in the rain sellin my shadow
But it's gone still follow me, so I battle
-nah, you gone make it-
Naw fuck that, 'cause you lyin
Look at how many made it, and look at how many tryin
-so I guess you feel-
No now I don't feel, never fell never will
Ask phil I kept it real yeah it's still blood spill
-who they kill? -
All my folks
-how they die? -
Quickly, never really lived they life
But they died particularly anyone who kept it real
-trap-
And so many old friends, prayin for my profit
Motherfucker talked to undercovers
-so you sell drugs? -
No, I show love, don't nobody love me
Papa wasnt there for me, momma never hugged me
Buggin me bout what I do, loan me a g or two
Just like I fuckin thought all you do is fuckin talk
Chorus: repeat 4x
I do what I wanna do, I do what I have to do
And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you
I do what I wanna do, I do what I have to do
And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you
[pastor troy]
When the pressure becomes too much upon my heart
Where the fuck I'm 'posed to go?
Flex em like these other folks, fuck that shit twist mo' smoke
I'm to' now, take mo to death will probably scare me
Say I don't give a fuck no mo' my nigga I am ready
God already prepared me for hell so hell I'm straight
Give me a house and crush up the house nuthin but weight
And i'ma be the only pastor that'll be burnin
No mistakes yeah you heard it, 'cause it wasn't misworded
Because ain't nobody perfect, who knows if God forgave you
Just because you done fucked up you askin him to save you
Behave you, or I'll be forced to grab my rifle
And anything I do will be done in my survival
[Intro:]
Huh... yeah, (Pt Crisuer) A-Town To Sack Town, (A - Town to sack town like this here) Ya'll Know (916 nigga) (Yeeah) Yeah
A Yo Man If you gon ride a nigga... Make Sho Dat nigga down 2 ride 4 you, (Ride 4 you nigga... PT Cruiser) Pastor... Verse 1 (Yeeah)
[Verse 1:]
In Da black SS, Dat 96
With dat Teflon vest, ready 2 hit
A nIgga up 4 da work, I know he got it
N Ain't Bout 2 be A whole Lotta talk About it
Smoke a fat blunt, just 2 get my mind right
Put some bullets in my clip, so my nine tight
Ready to ride, You thank I Give a f**k!
Walk Up In da studio N hit dey ass up
1st nigga buck, 1st nigga gettin fired
Da Mothaf**kin gun smoke get me high
Come up bout to change it, dnt come up bout 2 roll it
Yeah I'm da pastor, but I ain't holy
Molly, Gun shots burst out da back
My Mothaf**kin homeboi had my back
Back to dat in crime I take pride
(Huh) N mine gon ride
[Chorus:]
N I'm a ride 4 my niggaz datz down to ride [x8]
[Verse 2:]
My Momma told me everybody ain't ya friend boy
Wind up by yourself in da pin boy
Dem niggaz snitches dey tell it if dey know it
N I ain't bout 2 let no weak nigga blow it
Sow it, Got 2 be a way 4 me
2 figure out who keep it real N see who really G
I got niggaz say dey down to ride
Real niggaz know dey down to ride
So I dig in my pocket all my money is spent
(Huh Huh) Who da f**k gon represent
4 or 5 niggaz all dressed in black
Wearin black leather gloves holdin gats N bats (Yeeah)
Strapped up lookin 4 somebody to hit
Nothin gonna help me, but a nice lick
N I'm runnin outta time
My Back against da wall, N I'm a ride 4 minez
[Chorus:]
N I'm a ride 4 my niggaz datz down to ride [x8]
[Talkin respresentin]
[Chorus:]
Baby please jus understand
Dat u fuckin with a Dope Boy now
U fuckin with a Dope Boy now
U fuckin with a Dope Boy now
Baby please jus understand
Dat u fuckin me
U fuckin me
U fuckin with a DOPE Boy
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, cum on I jus dnt kno where 2 start
Walkin n dem jeans sweet thang she's a work of art
Always lookin fresh and I mean yes babygirl got it
Always showin flush and I mean yes I'm e-rotic
Always got a clutch sum I can put dat heater n
Kno dat dey gon frisk me nigga dis p-teezy
Niggas ain't believe me I put her n a bag
I bought my boo a benz ya still written jag
Dat benz pulled kiesha, dat benz pulled tamika
But u say dat I'm flirtin my nigga I ain't hurtin
U all dat I need I'll b there 4 u
When I cum up out these streetz sellin dis cocaine boo
[Hook / Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, wuteva we do we always gon b partners though
I dnt wnt 2 hurt u though (cum on)
Kno I gotta different hoe everywhere I turn it's
Sumone tryna give me sum but sum of em ain't no bullshit
Might get burn but it ain't nothing like u
Me and her cool but I still gotta have u
Gotta count n dis, we got tight n dis, we got d's n dis, and we got rifle n dis
Jus ain't da same n da game u a boss bitch
Kno dat u was far with da nigga dat u fuckin with
Kno dem crackers cumin and I'm gunnin like it's veatnum
Wnt 2 put me up but nigga wut I'm bout 2 get me sum
All dat I need is a bitch actin like me
Doesn't like u
Un-huh represent boo
U all dat I need I'll b there 4 u when I cum up out these streetz sellin dis cocaine boo
[Hook:]
Do it, (come on now)
Do it, (come on now)
Do it,
(Come on) Do the damn thang
[Verse 1: Rasheeda]
Come on let's start this shit
Shawty let's crank this shit
A little sumethin for them hatin' hoes
Who gets nothin' but them knees and boes
Why ya'll all in my grill,
Why ya'll can't keep it real
Always tryin' to plot and scheme
Wanna live this life is just a dream
Ain't no I in teams
All the real niggas know what it mean
Catch me ya'll just to slow
Hatin' hoes gotta let ya'll go
Don't never try to stop my flo'
Won't tell you this shit no mo'
Da baddest hoe that you ever seen
Two triple O, shawty bout that green
[Verse 2: Que Bo Gold]
Naw they don't understand
These niggas don't understand
These muthafuckers think we playin
See they don't know what we sayin
Fake niggas in our grill
Fake niggas all in our grill
These niggas don't wanna get to it
These niggas don't wanna do it
[Hook:]
Do it, (come on now)
Do it, (come on now)
Do it,
(Come on) Do the damn thang
[Verse 3: Re Re]
You can tell a real nigga from the fake fake
A trill nigga that's down in the cake cake
A hot girl that's clean not stank stank
Some bad weave for somebody
So u took a little drank
So I guess it made u think that you could when u can't
With the N with the ain't
Ain't nobody got time round here to playing round
Sucka with the big sack nigga better lay it down
Comin' through ain't bout that shady shit
Boy I'm mo' dirty than Dusty Rhodes
I drop the beat and rock the flo'
Representing that Que Bo Gold
So don't you try to test us out thinkin' we country with no skills
Cause I drop the bass and tame the bass
Put this fire to yo grill
[Verse 4: Rasheeda]
Well I was born in Illinois okay ah
Raised in Atlanta, G-A yah
Lived in New York and L.A. yah
My nigga I'm da shit no matter where I stay
Cause, uh, I was cut like that, lil buddy I'm stacked like that
From da front to da side to da back, Rasheeda, and I'm tight like that
I ain't never been worried bout anotha
Cutter her buddy, lil buddy I don't studder
9 double lock chrome for the lame lame
Big faces in my pocket not the chump change
Ride the Benz with the wood grain, grilled out, smoke frame,
With the knock knock
38 pop pop all you haters just stop
Or you gone get dropped
[Hook:]
Do it, (come on now)
Do it, (come on now)
Do it,
(Come on) Do the damn thang
[Verse 4: Pastor Troy]
Brrrrdt! Uh, Stick em, ha ha ha, stick em
Fuck dem pussy niggas and who ever with em
All I say is sic em
And there go my boys
D-S-G-B, Pastor damn Troy
Boy you ain't ready
Boy you don't want it
Boy we ain't ready, bitch get disappointed
Shit, all I know is southern blo'd not lower than a dime
From thirty piece to quarter ki we strictly on da grind
No time to spit no evidence, no evidence, no charge
Since they ain't got no evidence
I gave them my lil boy
The scars from my hand as I crank up the speaker
Drop the bomb on you bitches, Pastor and Rasheeda
Bitch, do it!
[Hook:]
Do it, (come on now)
Do it, (come on now)
Do it,
Yeah, dirty atlanta, baby!
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass for your boy,
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass for your boy,
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass for your boy,
Come shake that ass on detroit!
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass...
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass...
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass...
She's out spending some cash,
She looked me dead on my eye, I tell...
I know she's up on the stage, but this bitch... ready to go,
... I know... you make a bitch wanna fuck,
I love... I love a nigger...
I love the chain on your chest,
I say that bitch is a mess!
Chorus:
Dirty atlanta, oh!
Dirty atlanta, oh!
Dirty atlanta, oh!
Dirty atlanta, oh!
Dirty atlanta, oh!
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass for your boy,
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass for your boy,
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass for your boy,
Come shake that ass on detroit!
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass...
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass...
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass...
I'm in the vip, come take my eyes out of this whore,
... I'm about to throw her some dough!
I don't understand must be the way that she looks,
Might not be nothing to you, but she's a ten in my book!
And maybe you're getting money, so they could hate all they want,
... baby you do what you don't!
... baby I'm ready to go,
She looked from head to toe, and picked... out the flow!
Chorus:
Dirty atlanta, oh!
Dirty atlanta, oh!
Dirty atlanta, oh!
Dirty atlanta, oh!
Dirty atlanta, oh!
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass for your boy,
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass for your boy,
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass for your boy,
Come shake that ass on detroit!
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass...
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass...
I see you walk on that... come shake that ass...
Come on, dirty atlanta!
Come on, dirty atlanta!
Dirty, dirty, dirty!
Chorus:
Dirty atlanta, oh!
Dirty atlanta, oh!
Dirty atlanta, oh!
Dirty atlanta, oh!
Yea... yea... this PT... nigga... representin my DJ SQUEAKY!(SQUEAKY!)... nigga...
I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone
All my niggas that left ya live on
I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone
I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone
Yea... Yea...
What's up John Reed? Uncle Sweet... Uncle Randy(What's up sweet? I see you baby!) Gangstas nigga! Randy Van Troy! Rest in peace gangsta! Yea! We love you gangsta! Rest in peace gangsta! I know y'all niggas lookin down on me!
[Verse 1]
I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone
All my niggas that left ya live on
Now Everybody! I need to put ya lighters up!
WeLL UH HUH! I need to put ya lighters up!
I done lost a lieutenant, a mother lost her son
A brother lost a brother, and that's not including others
That you touch through your personality
And since I lost you the devil breathin'
But I'm'a prevail from ATL
And know that I'm missin' you like hell(like hell)
I'm talkin' bout a hood tragedy nigga
And everybody always askin me nigga
I love this nigga, we ate together
The same fork off the same plate together
I wish I would've been there when they came
I would've left 'em in a flame
[Chorus] x2
But I'm'a see him at the crossroads
I got some blunts and some liquor
Sack of Timmy D and some bitches I'm'a picture(or pitcher I'm not sure)
I'm'a see him at the crossroads
Cuz that's my mothafuckin' nigga
So he won't be lonely(lonely)
[Verse 2]
Hit the club, hoes askin' where you at
"Chillin' with the father" I reply back
Sack after sack after sack after sack
They ain't even have to do ya like that
But niggas full of shit so I don't fuck wit 'em
Niggas lookin crazy, I get right with 'em
They killed my dog, They killed my ace
Forever I miss ya, Ya can't be replaced
I wish I would've been there when they jacked
I'd blew 'em out the door with that mothafuckin' mack
I'd walk blackbottom for my mothafuckin' dogs
Look him in his eyes, leave him in the fog
I love ya unc, I miss ya man
And I can't wait to grab ya hand
And pull ya close and embrace ya with the other
Man you my mothafuckin' brother
[Chorus] x2
But I'm'a see him at the crossroads
I got some blunts and some liquor
Sack of Timmy D and some bitches I'm'a picture
I'm'a see him at the crossroads
Cuz that's my mothafuckin' nigga
So he won't be lonely(lonely)
[Pastor Troy talking}
Pastor, disaster
I'm just laying down my bass shit
You know my bass my bass one
Y'all God damn (well UN-huh nigga)
Crank that bitch off the chain
Yeah, ya'll niggas know what time it is
PT in the house (nigga)
A yo and this is for everybody bustin' bottles
Give me a P, give me an A, give me a S, give me a T
Give me a P, give me a T
[Verse 1]
Hold up, wait a minute
Let PT, with gangsta in it
Fin'sta win it
I'm talkin' 'bout the trophy
Got me chillin' with this bitch name Sophie
She say she know me from one night in the Vail
Then say I was smokin', tellin' her to inhale it
Now that sounds like me
The mutha fuckin' Pastor nigga the ole G
DSGB tat' across my chest
And hell yeah nigga I put that shit in my flesh
The be for best, but these bustas just keep on poppin'
Know when they play my shit the club rockin'
You niggas watchin'
My thirty-two is in 'tact
Got that tuck between my dick and nut sack
I bet security didn't keep steppin'
I'm on the dance floe' wit' my weapon
Chug-A-Lug
(Chorus 2x)
When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug
When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug
I'mma role up wit' these thugs that Chug-A-Lug
Puts a back in that mug we Chug-A-Lug
[Verse 2]
Nigga, yeah (yeah)
Ever seen a remmy bottle this big?
Just an imagine how it gone feel against ya' wig
?? pussy ass nigga, my nig'
Take another swig
Throw up my set
Dog tags hanging like a Vietnam vet'
Some bitches sweat
And some niggas looking dirty
Mad wit' me 'cause they in the club thirsty
I'm talkin' 'bout tongue hanging down to they throat
Broke ass nigga talkin' 'bout they saleing dope
Look hea' folk, let us leave the bar
If you ain't got no money, then take ya' ass to ya' car
Ya' dealing' with a star
Far from sulfa
Ya' catch me in a Benz or the Rover, it's ova
I buss a mutha fuckin bottle wit' my 'cause'
Toast each other and Chug-A-Lug
(pastor troy)
Come on
D.s.g.b y'all know what time it is
Ga y'all know what time it is,
Pastor troy for president for 2000,
I'm ready
I'm ready
Verse 1:
I made up my mind to hit the grind and get paid
That glock 45 I go to war with all these haters
My faith is now greater because I know that I'm the man
My package not shaper cause they say they didn't understand
Together we planned to lock ga on the map
And only I can because them other busters sap
They claimin' they rap but too lame to me
You wanna come strapped it ain't no thang to me
Probably gone be layed up in a ditch
I'm a kill you, slay your main bitch
And oh how quick the game done switched up
I'm screaming g-a the crowd screaming what
Pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor!
(I am dsgb!)
Pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor!
(I am dsgb!)
Pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor!
(I am dsgb!)
Pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor!
(I am dsgb!)
I ain't playing with these busters or all these enemies
I got hated I got people who'll shoot you till you bleed
I'm the leader of the army and atlanta is the base
Let me catch you in my city I'm a shoot you in the face
Better tape clothes to your nose cause I know I'm the shit
Pastor troy, dsgb I represent for my click
Red mouth nobody mouth as red as mine
Down south affiliated with that georgia pine
Ain't nothing kind when I enter, doberman pincher I'm pit
While you doberman pinching I done locked on ya bitch
And just that quick the so called game done switched up
I'm screaming g-a the crowd's screaming what
Pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor!
(I am dsgb!)
Pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor!
(I am dsgb!)
Pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor!
(I am dsgb!)
Pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor!
(I am dsgb!)
Pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor!
(I am dsgb!)
Pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor!
(I am dsgb!)
Pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor!
(I am dsgb!)
Pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor! pa-stor!
Yea Yea Yea Yea Yall Kno Wat Time It Is I Got Somthin For Those Niggas Dat B Talkin Dats Shit I Got Dat Attitude Adjuster
[Chorus:]
I Got My Attitude Adjuster
Ready To Fuck Somthin Up
I Got My Attitude Adjuster
I Bet Dem Hoes Wont Buck
I Got My Attiude Adjuster
I Dont Leave Home With Out It
I Got My Attitude Adjuster
Why Yall Rappin Bout It
[Repeat]
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Yea I Tote It Concealed
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Bitch Imm Dead Fareal
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, U Betta Watch What U Say
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, U Betta Watch How You Play
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, I Turn I Mug Into A Smile
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, I Treat A Thug Like A Child
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Yea I Keep It At Reach
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Now Let Da Pastor Preach
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, I Keep One In Da Hole
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Bitch This Crowd Control
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Im Not No Blow Pop Sucka
I Got My Attidue Adjuster And Ima Bad Muthafucka
[Chorus]
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, I Change Yo Whole Mind Set
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, I Make A Ice Cube Sweat
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Do My Face Gotta Grin
I Got My Attidue Adjuster,Bitch My Clip Holds In
I Got My Attidue Adjuster,Watcha U Day Fuck Nigga
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, I Got My Finger On Da Trigga
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Nigga This Is All I Kno
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, And I Aint Playin Wit Ya Ho
I Got My Attidue Adjuster,Tucked Up Unda My Shirt
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Ready To Put It To Work
I Got My Attidue Adjuster,Down For Gun Play Nigga
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Im Convo So Say Nigga
[Chorus]
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Why You Muggin And Whoofin
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Nigga Da Proof In Da Pudding
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, The Only Friend That I Have
I Got My Attidue Adjuster,Im Burnin Nigga And Laugh
I Got My Attidue Adjuster,I Aint Scared Of No Side
I Got My Attidue Adjuster,Im All Ways Ready To Ride
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Nigga I Roll By My Lonley
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Nigga Its Jus Me And My Homey
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, We Aint Neva On Safety
I Got My Attidue Adjuster,I Will Act A Fool If You Make Me
I Got My Attidue Adjuster,Nigga I Jus Do It Like Nike
I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Man Muthafuck Who Dont Like Me
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha
PT Oooooooh
Jade Baby what' your name?
PT Oooooooh
Jade Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
PT (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
Jade I heard you was from Atlanta
PT Oooooooh
Jade But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
PT Oooooooh
Hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight
Yeah, Friday night (yeah)
Yeah, ballin' holmes (yeah)
Got a nigga smellin' fresh as a rose
Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause y'all!)
There's a knife, and this is the life
Pastorrr, ya take me how ya love that?
Let a nigga see that pussy crack, where you at? (uh)
The dance flo' (yeah) that's my shit (yeah)
Baby girl let ya hair down
Show a nigga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit
I ammm low-key
You don't wanna leave? (c'mon baby)
You don't wanna go back to the sweet (c'mon)
Let you caress my feet, huh
Now what you wanna know?
PT Oooooooh
Jade Baby what' your name?
PT Oooooooh
Jade Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
PT (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
Jade I heard you was from Atlanta
PT Oooooooh
Jade But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
PT Oooooooh
Hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight
Off the chain
Damn! Damn boo
Where ya been all my lifetime?
Let me fuck ya ?till the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)
What I do? (whoaa) Mind my bizz
No I can't take ya home wit me
Baby girl, it is what it is
Saturday morn' (damn!) damn I'm weak
Knew wassup when you came to the room
Talkin' about getting' some free chee-ba
The-truth, Charline got loose
Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute
PT Oooooooh
Jade Baby what' your name?
PT Oooooooh
Jade Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
PT (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
Jade I heard you was from Atlanta
PT Oooooooh
Jade But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
PT Oooooooh
Hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight
What you talkin'?
I, bring heat when it's hawkin
Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand
I'm weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand
I'm, ?bout to kill ityou, dealin' wit the realest
Fuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)
HHnnessy in the convents, say they kissin' and grindin'
It's all about the timin'I, really like vice-versa
But, tonight's much worsa', and um
Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men
Hand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb's
Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy
In a, split second I'm answerin' all questions
You dummies are still convinced how money make you undress
And so tell me
PT Oooooooh
Jade Baby what' your name?
PT Oooooooh
Jade Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
PT (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
Jade I heard you was from Atlanta
PT Oooooooh
Jade But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
PT Oooooooh
Hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight
PT Oooooooh
Jade Baby what' your name?
PT Oooooooh
Jade Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
PT (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
Jade I heard you was from Atlanta
PT Oooooooh
Jade But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
PT Oooooooh
Hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
4 tha hustlaz
4 tha hustlaz
4 my hustlaz
4 my hustlaz
Aiyo, this ya boy PT right
This for all them niggaz down tha road
Everybody staying down in this mother fucking game
Be real all my niggaz
Much love out here for this song, 4my hustlaz
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that uh, ride for the dayz
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz on tha grind everyday
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that be breakin' tha rules
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wearin' red and blue
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit money on they mind
4 my hustlaz
At the club fresh off tha grind
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that ride for P.T.
4 my hustlaz
Tha D. tha S. tha G.B.
Started out at da bottom of da barrel hommie
Had to deal wit dis fuck niggaz hatin' on me
Hangin' on me, we headed to da top
Da big boy drop, went ta chillin' on da block
Wit polo socks nigga
Da sun shinin' of my shade frame
Look who made it out da dope game
Yeah, nigga from nicks to dimes
From dimes to quater keys
I stacked me some cheese
And went ta bumpin' these c.d's
And now you see me on yo tube live and direct
See a nigga swang to da bank I'm cashin' checks
Or betta yet I'm shakin' dat muthafucka
From da ATL to Augusta, 4 my hustlaz
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that uh, ride for the dayz
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz on tha grind everyday
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that be breakin' tha rules
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wearin' red and blue
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit money on they mind
4 my hustlaz
At the club fresh off tha grind
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that ride for P.T.
4 my hustlaz
Tha D. tha S. tha G.B
Started out at da bottom of da barrel hommie
Had to deal wit dis fuck niggaz hatin' on me
Hangin' on me, we headed to da top
Da big boy drop, went ta chillin' on da block
Wit polo socks nigga
Da sun shinin' of my shade frame
Look who made it out da dope game
Yeah, nigga from nicks to dimes
From dimes to quater keys
I stacked me some cheese
And went ta bumpin' these c.d's
And now you see me on yo tube live and direct
See a nigga swang to da bank I'm cashin' checks
Or betta yet I'm shakin' dat muthafucka
From da ATL to Augusta, 4 my hustlaz
4 my hustlaz
All my niggaz 'cross tha state
4 my hustlaz
All my niggaz slangin' that weight
4 my hustlaz
Hire best to flip ya legit
4 my hustlaz
Let tha crackers sell that shit
4 my hustlaz
All my niggaz peeping tha game
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that want to have fame
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that grind to pay bills
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that grind to buy a meal
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz ain't got no degree
4 my hustlaz
Still making money
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit fear of tha Lord
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz in tha night sword
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit tithes to tha streetz
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that ride wit tha heat
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit 36 O's
4 my hustlaz
Yea nigga, tha life I chose, 4 tha hustlaz
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that uh, ride for the dayz
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz on tha grind everyday
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that be breakin' tha rules
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wearin' red and blue
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit money on they mind
4 my hustlaz
At the club fresh off tha grind
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that ride for P.T.
4 my hustlaz
Tha D. tha S. tha G.B.
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz in dirty clothes
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit no love for hoes
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz makin' easy cheese
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz movin' major keys
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz ridin' big body cars
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz they call track stars
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that hate rice treats
4 my hustlaz
Got tha 88 wit tha beat
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz ridin 30 uh vogues
4 my hustlaz
All my niggaz down tha road
4 my hustlaz
All my niggaz offin' tha feds
4 my hustlaz
All my niggaz bustin' heads
4 my hustlaz
My niggaz on tha east side
4 my hustlaz
My niggaz on the west side
4 my hustlaz
My niggaz on tha north side
4 my hustlaz
South side, nigga we ride 4 tha hustlaz
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that uh, ride for the days
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz on tha grind everyday
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that be breakin' tha rules
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wearin' red and blue
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit money on they mind
4 my hustlaz
At the club fresh off tha grind
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that ride for P.T.
4 my hustlaz
Tha D. tha S. tha G.B
Yo, yo, yo, y'all know wassup
This ya boy, PT Cruiser
Representin' for all them gangsta ass hustlaz
Everybody takin' penetintary chances, nigga
Y'all know wassup
D.S.G.B. got love for ya baby
Whatever to make this shit happen
Now get this mother fucker poppin'
(police sirens)...
Hook : 4x
Ghetto raised, ghetto payed, ghetto muthafuckers die everyday
Ghetto muthafuckers don't like to pray
Ghetto muthafuckers just like to spray
Verse 1: (pastor troy)
I'm from the ghetto, jerry springer, bet
Bout a million muthafuckers in there trapped with me
Tryin' to make a little cheese, fo' these coppers back up
Got a half of that butter tucked deep off in my nutts
Bopping coolers muthafuckers, there's no one to impress
All these niggas want to know is who yah yo the best
When I get fresh, I get fresh, the ballads and all
B-a double l-y, it's not at yo' mall
Southern drawed from the ghetto, my level is lower
From georgia, I'm ready, a rider, a soulja
Jehovah, please help me to grow up
Cause see I'm from the ghetto and I don't give a fuck
Hook : 4x
Ghetto raised, ghetto payed, ghetto muthafuckers die everyday
Ghetto muthafuckers don't like to pray
Ghetto muthafuckers just like to spray
Verse 2: (11:29)
I make these bitches drop, thinking that we not
Go and call the cops, burning up my spot
Don't make me have to call, my niggas on, ya'll
We gone make 'em fall, gotta spray 'em all
Eleven dub nine, past me that nine
Cocking back that nine, who you said dying?
All about these dollars, ghetto passed scholars
Bullets make 'em holla, know we got them stoppers
Take 'em to the limit, now we all in it
Soon as I finish, you gone see whose winning
Busting off these guns, bet I make you run
Look at how we come, you don't want none
Ghetto nigga
Hook : 4x
Ghetto raised, ghetto payed, ghetto muthafuckers die everyday
Ghetto muthafuckers don't like to pray
Ghetto muthafuckers just like to spray
Verse 3:
Everyday it's the same, waking up and blow me some jane
Wash my face and count my money and go and serve me some cane
Ghetto living in my name, ghetto blood in my veins
Ghetto niggas ain't gone change, ghetto niggas hang in game
From atlanta to memphis niggas be throwin' them thangs
From maclamo to decatur we be pushin' that bang
From the g to the h-e double t-o,
Buckin niggas down cause it just don't go
Ghetto muthafuckers living in poverty,
Take this if a nigga fuck wit me
A semi-automatic, 2 clips or 3, teach you not to mess with me
Cause it might be a tragedy, from georgia to tennessee
You know I'm getting high putting niggas in a coma
When I get to bucking, i'ma buck 'er like I wanna
The repruccusion bludge in
Then we gonna rush in leave the dog crying to his momma
Hook : 4x
Ghetto raised, ghetto payed, ghetto muthafuckers die everyday
Ghetto muthafuckers don't like to pray
Pimp shit
Yeah pimp shit, nigga
Wassup baby Ken?
Like this hea
All my niggaz mayn
Ayo, all the real boss playa
Ayo, this real ATL playa style
Ayo, you can't pimp a pimp playa
Niggaz is trippin', my shoes is tied up
Big boss pimpin', tell ya' bitch I said wassup?
Pastor, laughter, Remy in my hand
Countin' out some grands, ova in Ireland
The man, you done heard the name befo'
I keep a big gun wit' me every where that I go
And I smoke dro', motherfucker keep that bap ass weed
Niggaz claimin' their my folks, bitch you don't know me
D.S.G.B. representin' send them haters to hell
It ain't nothing ta' say, it ain't nothin ta' tell
My glock shells will be empty if any tempt me
I'm not no fuckin' simp, bitch I'm a fuckin' pimp
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
I'mma pimp myself, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
I'mma pimp myself, I'mma pimp myself
The one man army, the one man wreckin' crew
I heard that shit, now who the fuck you referrin' to
If it was me, come put your finger to my nose
Just like I thought ya' niggaz motherfuckin' hoes
The clothes, the wardrobe, the gators with matchin' socks
Bad ass bitch that kind of favors Goldie Lox
The clock stops tickin'
I step off in the spot all the chickens get to pimpin'
Bubbly is pluckin', D.S.G.B. be gangsta fuckin'
Fuckin' for nothin', we be them niggaz they be lovin'
It don't get nothin' but worse for you simp
Bow down nigga make room for a pimp
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
I'mma pimp myself, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
I'mma pimp myself, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimpin' me patna because I'm pimpin' myself
I got my game from the old school straight off the shelf
I be the maca to the roni, the chedda to the cheese
I roll wit' DSGB, so is better than me
A Aug representive, I got the game on lock
I hit the street with them thangs, went to movin' the block
So fuck the cops, we makin' money, we stay on the grind
I'm bustin' strawberry fillings while I break down my pine
And I ain't blind, I can see it, you already know
So get the fuck out my face 'cause you can't pimp me hoe
You see the doe don't let it hit ya', you gets no play
And I'm the dro' you the philly get ready to blaze
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
I'mma pimp myself, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
[Verse 1]
Some gold glock started as Castor (Castor)
Naw nigga its the motherfuckin' Pastor (Pastor)
Ready to rapcha
Hittin' my slap shift
Sumin' of the fifth
Let's burn another splif
Pussy rowling, ass end of the weed
Lick the barel of my motherfuckin' Desert Ease'
And they ain't believe I'm on top of shit, straight rock ya shit
Ok fuck the props and shit
'Cause when it all falls down
I'm shooting everybody around
You better get down
You better take cover
It's Pastor Troy I'mma killa motherfucker
I just brought the Ferrari, fire red of the lot
Damn what kinda money y'all got?
And then I heard yo new cd it sound soft
Fuck witcha boy PT and Face Off (Face Off nigga)
[Chorus]
Arrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we ready
Arrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we ready
Arrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we ready
Arrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we ready
[Verse 2]
Verse 2 nigga, yeah
Even when I sin catch the first stone
Cross the line and get motherfuckin' rolled on
(blow) It's full blown, like motherfuckin' 'nades
Hand grenades
Mistakes you shouldn't made
But you did as a kid, the gun slagga
Mom and pops knew I would be a gang banga
But I ain't had to rock the red or rock the bluuue
I had a mil' before I hit twenty two
But look at you, you still workin' all fronts
You might as well sell blunts
Why don't you go post up in magic city
Sale cigars, while I'm tippin' me some tities
Naw you can go to LA and ???
You can be the one who parks my Benz
If that's even what I'm driving
I got so many cars, don't know what to ride (again)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I gotta lesson that y'all need to learn
Smith and Western, this court is adjourned
A bad perm and a seven page rap sheet
I came up out the fuckin' suite, now lets see
Fifty thousand, in the club wildin'
Everythangs free on ya boy PT
Ya' see, some out here just have to wait
GOD already prepared yo' plate
When circumstance, sealed like your last chance
Pray to the Lord and help you advance
And you can, and you can, and you can
And you can, until he comes again
To win don't always mean to always come first
Don't wanna be first ridin' in a hurst
I rather live life, chill with the wife
This is my sacrifice (sacrifice)
[intro]
Yo, yo mic check 1,2 1,2 (y'all know what time it is)
This song is entitled (y'all know what time it is)
Dsgb throughin it up baby
The who, the what, the when and the motherfucking where
(dsgb off in this motherfuckaaaaa)
Ay yo y'all know what time it is baby
(tell me the who the when and the where, you best believe pt gon be there)
Who - what - when - & where
[chorus]
Now tell me
Who, what, when, where (uhh huh)
Who, what, when, where (well uhh huh)
Who, what, when (come on), where (uhh huh), pt right there
Now tell me
Who, what, when, where (uhh huh)
Who, what, when, where
Now tell me
Who, what, when, where, pt right there
Off of theeeee - rip i'mmmmm - snappin like a columbine
Never will I hesitate
Georgia on my liscence plate
Thankin' bout you underweights
I'ma run through ya
No ski mask I'm just gon motherfucking do ya
This dirty ass krueger 'll make a nigga thank
And I ain't no - new jack bitch I got rank
And motherfucka tank if it ain't got no rounds
I'm tryna handle business man but y'all clowns
Keep - comin' round flappin' ya cock suckas
& yeah I'm froma atlanta - atlanta I love ya
Now back to the who (uhh huh)
& back to the where (uhh huh)
You know that I'm there cause they here me sayin' yeah
The pastor baby
I'm hard as a rock
They claimin' they done kicked troy ass - boy stop
As long as they make my 10 bags you got the house
The hardest nigga puttin' it down in the south
Now tell me
[chorus]
Yeah
Poppin' on my phone
Prayin' i'ma say yo name in my song (timbaland)
Well dumb ass nigga will be yo' name for today
And don't say shit while I say - what I say
But any damn way
I still ain't talkin' 'bout the shit
You just like lil' john say "you just a bitch"
That gun powder - spit
Haha - actin like daffy duck
We hog tie niggas to the back of the fire truck
My ? ? balls? ? ain't tough
It's whatever ? ? gorilla less? ?
I keep on truckin'
I'm the first nigga buckin'
Mr. pt
Optimist prime
The pt cruiser a.k.a prime time
Mr. october
Also known as number 2
As long as I'm second - then I'm after you
Ain't nothing else to do but rock the whole region
It's pastor troy
Georgia boy huntin season
Now tell me
[Pastor Troy talking]
This that hard shit (hard shit)...
This that hard shit (hard shit)...
This that hard shit (hard shit)...
PT baby y'all know what time it is (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I'm in the Trans'
Taking a chance they could kill me
But I don't give a fuck, they gone motha fuckin' feel me
'Til the car stops tickin', nigga I'm spittin' (blow)
Empty my mag' (bl-bl-blooow)
Dead at yo ass (come on)
Say you want it hard being Sam gotta goon squad
I don't give a damn, if I bam I'mma take yo heart
Bleed blood nigga, bleed blood fuck nigga die
All that he heard is that thunder-bird pass by
Up out my T-top
Big Keith, don't stop
Let me put my scope on
Show this nigga how bad I want 'em
On channel two tonight, on forty six tonight
On channel five tonight, somebody died tonight
Ready to ride
Nowhere to hide, I'mma physco
Tap a nigga lips to the barrel of my rifle
I'm liable, to hit the grave-yard with my squad
To make sure you all see GOD (nigga)
[Chorus: x4]
What, what, what, what, what, whaaaat (Where Them Niggaz At?)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huuuuh (Where Them Niggaz At?)
[Verse 2]
First a fuck nigga talkin' shit off of twenty east
A whole bunch of mouth but the ain't disturbin' no peace
I'm at least known for the chrome, how I get it on
Sendin' all the fuck niggaz home, but say they gone
Hit 'em in the chest
Peal flesh, let 'em bleed hoe
Shots through the door
Out that gold desert eagle
Fuck yo' eagle
Gotta go, then he gotta go
Why?, I don't know
'Cause I mother fuckin' said so
Two eighty five, call me eighty five south
Fly ass mouth and some K's at my fuckin' house
Start bustin' shots when I motha fuckin' twelve (come on)
Ask my brother (yeah) I'm hard as hell, (come on)
You can tell, how I walk, how I talk it's real
I can go anywhere in the world and chill
'Cause I will, ride for mine all the time (blow)
Y'all bitches betta watch it
Eight ball corner pocket (nigga)
[Chorus: x4]
What, what, what, what, what, whaaaat (Where Them Niggaz At?)
We Dem Georgia Boyz [4x]
[Hook:]
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz
[Verse One]
You Want War, you got war, so bring it on
I'm bussin at you bitches wit da fuckin chrome
Like Sylvester Stallone, I play no fuckin games
2000 Jesse James, I bust my nose wit caine
A Little Falcon, a little (?)
You talkin noise slim, we gettin paid
Now watch me spray, in every direction in everyway
You betsta pray, yo ass go die where you lay
Cause That's Dem Georgia Boyz!!!!!!
[Hook:]
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz
[Verse Two]
I Come From Georgia
(?) G.A,
Ya'll Bets Not Fuckin Play
Wit All Dem Dicks we spray
Fuck Nigga I Bright Yo Day Just Like Valentines
While You Flexin to dem hoes nigga we on da grind
Studio on my mind, I know I gots ta shine
It's time to draw the line, bitch nigga steady buyin
'cause in my clique we got mack 11's and ak's
I swear to god yo punk ass go die where you lay
We Dem Georgia Boyz!!!!
[Hook:]
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz
[Verse Three]
Dem deadly guns that we spray
Where you stand nigga where you gon lay
Nigga come down talkin shit, get cha wig split
Down here in GA, I stay in da hood,
Jus waitin for a nigga to act out
Then blow his back out
I got da gun but here come da back out
Like Jerry Stackhouse,
I be takin dem niggaz to da hole
Dis how it's gon go,
I ain go quit till my shit get sold
You hear me ho?
Dem Boyz wanna know what da hell is happenin my nigga
What's shakin, what's poppin,
What's crackulakin my nigga?
[Hook:]
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
Verse 1
Pastor Troy:
Dear Pac I know you dont know me but its yo boi Pastor Troy
Georgia Boi
Im writen you today cause Im sick of dis
dis mutherfuckin rap game wit dat bullshit
I mean these muthafuckin niggas bout these hoes
tend to trust on any other two songs
they talk about chrome
these niggas wont kill shit and wont let shit die
but they thugs in da public eye
why I
continue to tote pumps but minus da picture takin
as soon as dem hoes jump we handle dat situation
Im tired of da fakin
my balls big as Alaska
who wanna bless da Pastor
I ask ya
before I muthafuckin cock my weapon
and watch how quick they muthafuckin ass be steppin
but it aint nuthin to run for
aint gone shoot shit what you tote da gun for
naw bra
(gun shots)boom boom
its P.t muthafucka they lookin for me im at my mansion in Augusta
im slick as butter
da human canon ball
and make no mistakes cause i will kill em all
I never fall cause im to busy comin up
Im pullin my benz wit my monster truck
I cut a few friends but my endz still meet
and fuck sellin out cause I got love in da street
so Pac holla if ya at da Bahamas
Ima come and ball witcha it'll be my honor
much luv for da game dat ya gave to me
Pastor Troy representin D.S.G.B
[Talking:]
Yo,yo,wassup baby
At the studio I'm almos finished
Where you at? alright,I miss you too nigga
Shit, I'm with K,I'm with KC and shit
I'll be out there as soon as I get finished with
This shit
Alright, love you, miss you too
[Pastor Troy:]
Girl I'm wantin ,you,everyday I'm missin you
Visions of me kissin you,goddamn I'm missin you
I can't wait to cuddle,you already know what's up
Soon as I jump out my truck,you was gon get
Gangsta fucked
Cause bayb girl I want you, close my eyes and
Picture you
Thinkin bout some freaky shit,me and my ol'
Gangsta bitch
Yeah boo I want you,wonder if you wantin me
Takin you to ecstasy or whatever your destiny,
Trust in me
[Chorus: x2]
Girl I want you,everyday I'm missin you
Visions of me kissin you,goddamn I'm missin you
Yeah boo I want you,wondeer if you wantin me
Takin you to ecstasy or wateva your destiny,
Trust in me
[Pastor Troy:]
Girl I want you,I could see your silhouette
Tellin me your soakin wet,while we havin phone
Better yet I'm on my way, I'ma do whatever you
Where ever you tell me to kiss,I'ma spread
Your legs like this
Cause baby girl I'm wantin you,I can't get that
Fast enough
What the fuck you done did to me?I can't hit
That that's enough
Matter fact unlock that do',I'ma be there 'fore
You know
Turn on your radio and make sure it's somethin
Slow
[Chorus x2]
[Gangsta Boo:]
I ain't with that nonsense,or that luvy-duvy mess
I wanna fuck you nice and slow,[?] want some of
That georgia dick
Get you some of this Memphis wet,pussy cause it
Be the best
Smashin all across the bed,now I'm gonna give
You head
Nothin but sex is on my mind,so I'm not gon
Waste ya time
I'ma let you bang the pussy from the front and
From behind
Give it to me Pastor Troy,oh my God I love you
I'ma make you sream my name,doin all kind of
Freaky thangs
You ain't gonna forget the mystic pleasure that
I give to you
Have yo ass lay back on the bed thinkin what
Have I just done to you
Think about me when you fuck yo bitch,close yo
Eyes and imagine this
I told you I ain't the type to get involved in
Long relationships
I just like when you lick between, man I feel
Like I'm on lean
Now yo got me so-so high,I'm glad we on
Eachother team
Fuck my nigga,fuck yo bitch,mayne we on some
Other shit
You wonderin,don't wonder mayne I love you and
It's my dick
[Talking: Pastor Troy]
This A Story Nigga, This Asoga. It's lyke me, mii nigga Portis, Mii nigga goddamn Dee,
Mii nigga Santan, We out there in Vegas goddamn kickin it right, nigga out there waitin
On a limo and shit, it's a bad lil bytch mahn, shawty I guess she waitin on her car to
Come from valet, I should've never holla at dat bytch.
[Chorus:]
I met dis bytch her nickname was Diamond.
I met her out in Vegas, she told me she was grindin'.
A bad black bytch 26, her rings platinum.
I asked her where she bought, she said she had to have.
[Verse 1:]
We kept conversatin while umm waitin on my limo
I thought she was another hoe tryna drop a demo
When all of a sudden valet pulled up
Said here you go Ms. Diamond dat black Porsche truck
Umm lookin at dis bytch cause umm kinda in shock
She got her own money she got me on her jock
I peeped out her watch a nice rolex
The kinda hoe I need dis bytch cashing checks
And she walked away to jump in her kayan
All I can say you out here with yo man
Shawty lyke naw and give me a call
Umm out just relaxin you let me know wut happenin
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
A couple hours later I had to hit her up
Umm way out her in Vegas and I wanna fuck
Umm thankin bout truck umm thankin bout her watch
Umm thankin bout her rings umm thankin bout her cock
Shawty grabbed the phone she was on the elevator
I told her to get situated holla at me later
But she lyke naw what room are you in
That presidential suite boo 5410
A knock at the door bout 5 mins later
Slipped on my coogi slipped on my gators
Opened up the door and when hugged when we greeted
Then I grabbed her bags and I asked to be seated
Took her to the sofa came a little closer
Popped some champagne and I asked if I could hold her
Diamond said she with that let her use the restroom
When she came out I was lyin in the bedroom
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Diamond came out in her bra and her panty
Lookin damn good smellin lyke candy
Silky black hair milky black skin
Fuck dat champagne where that muthafuckin hen
Took couple swiss while she got under the covers
Took another swiss cause I know umm finna fuck
Took another swiss while she suckin on my dick
Then I feel asleep mahn I was drunk as shyt
Finally I woke up ready to fuck
Last I remember I was gettin mii dick sucked
I looked to mii right
I looked to mii left
Mahn umm in the bed by my muthafuckin self
Quickly I got up lookin through mii luggage
Never trust a pussy all you do is fuck it
Diamond hit me up for bout 15 stacks
I left dat bytch a message she never called me back
[dude talking]
Everybody get in line
Ain't nobody getting in the club,
Unless you get in line
It's to crowded in here
Hook: 8x
When they hating throw dem bows
(get 'em off, get 'em off)
Throw dem bows
Verse 1:
Niggas throwing boes
Firing up dem dubs
Everybody cool
Chilling in the club
Smoking on some what
Got me on lean
I be in the cut
Blowing mad green
Flexing at the bar
Dubs on my car
Limousine chauffeur
Face in magazines
Pull up on the scene
Cause I'm riding clean
Might be in a jag
Might be in a benz
Might be in a chevy with some duels ack a ass ack a ass
Quick to pop a slug at a nigga
Take a plug out a nigga
Got a nigga ? ? ? dome
Dirty south affiliated niggas tout tones
Them there make a nigga get gone
Niggas throwing boes trying to get up in the do'
[dude talking]
Everybody get in line
Ain't nobody getting in the club,
Unless you get in line
It's to crowded in here
Hook: 8x
When they hating throw dem bows
(get 'em off, get 'em off)
Throw dem bows
Verse 2: mica b
Here I go
When I come to the do niggas fall to the flo
Cause I be throwing them boes
I'm the realest ho
Bucking all my foes
U understand ho
Thuggin' bitches and lovin' niggas that's bout that change
Pimping niggas and putting bitches up on some game
When I'm in the club
Bitches don't you fuck with me
Nigga don't be touching me
Cause I'm fucked up
And if you walk up get slugged up
Stepping on bitches toes
Spilling drank on they new clothes
Muthafuck dem hoes
Got money to blow
Plus I got a chip on my shoulder
Y'all don't wanna get bowed up
Y'all niggas don't wanna fuck wit me
Y'all playing
We throwing dem boes
So back up off me
Ha, what 3x
We throw dem boes on dem hoes
Y'all niggas ain't ready
[dude talking]
Everybody get in line
Ain't nobody getting in the club,
Unless you get in line
It's to crowded in here
Hook: 8x
When they hating throw dem bows
(get 'em off, get 'em off)
Throw dem bows
Verse 3:
I throw these boes at these haters
Ackin like they the shit
Cause all the niggas that u wit
They ain't gone get in the mix
See they just here cause you drove
Came to sweet on these hoes
See ain't nobody out here playing
We on the flo' throwing boes
Congregation gone set it for all these wanna be killers
Y'all ain't gone fuck with my niggas
Don't give a damn if you bigga
When it's crowded in here
We back 'em off with them boes
I even (uh) on a ho
So that I'm letting you know
South memphis up in this bitch
Better ack like y'all be on ready
See troy done said that we ready
We 4 glock deep in the chevy
Got my click in position
That scream out ghetto I'm here
See we in here
See we in here
See we in here
[dude talking]
Everybody get in line
Ain't nobody getting in the club,
Unless you get in line
It's to crowded in here
Hook: 8x
When they hating throw dem bows
(get 'em off, get 'em off)
Throw dem bows
[dude talking]
Everybody get in line
Ain't nobody getting in the club,
Unless you get in line
[pastor troy]
Uh-huh
uh-huh
uh-huh
uh-huh
Come on? uh-huh
uh-huh
Hook: 2x
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
The congregation we gone give you what you want (come on)
Verse 1: eleven twenty-nine
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
We rollin' wit' dis in the trunk
Told 'em when we hit the streets that we gone make 'em all jump
Kept 'em crunk
Screaming out the congregation off the whip
Popping clips
Haters trip
Have some shit to make 'em dip
Turn out these shows
Got these hoe's shaking ass now
This just how we got 'em now
Pimping got 'em breaking out
Stop 'em with these dicks
We ghetto building on my block and stuff
Break 'em off when we getting buff
Stepping off in this thing what
Too much for the ? ? ?
We conducting like a firm
Told y'all haters it's our turn
See we on fire
Just watch and learn
This the way that we gone do it from the south
Nigga whatever here on out
In the game s.m.k. gone put 'em level
[pastor troy]
Break it down! (repeatedly 15x)
Hook: 4x
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
The congregation we gone give you what you want (come on)
Verse 2: t-mac
I wonder what would jesus do, if he was in my position
Would he grab for them gats
Waiting for ammunition
I'ma bout to blast with it
Hit 'em with the purple expedition
Cause dj ? ? ? stay running his mouth
Must don't know where I'm from
Dirty south affiliated
Killers and cons
Dirty south affiliated
Niggas with guns
Verse 3: eleven twenty-nine
I'm making flashes to the man in the booth
To get 'em crunk
So you know just what I got up and did
I got 'em crunk
Congregation off in it hit 'em hard as we could
So if you ready say you ready
Then it's all understood
Riding dirty to the flo'
We get up in it for free
South memphis kings and pastor troy
This what y'all waiting to see
[pastor troy]
Break it down! (repeatedly 15x)
Hook: 4x
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
The congregation we gone give you what you want (come on)
Verse 4: t-mac
At 16 I was hustling trying to get paid
Trying to make a damn dollar for I go in my grave
Pimp a been paid
I was only short in my days
The way I been paid
Only cause I'm ducking them feds
This world of crime
Kept me in the street trying to grind
Bumping my mind
Cause that's how the system designed
I'm sick of struggling
I'm sick of hustling
I'm sick of running from the feds trying to bust again
I'm trying to maintain
One foot stuck in the game
I'm living lavish man
I'm use to having thangs
But cause I'm down for whatever
Cause t-mac show no luv
2 gats on my side
Cause this whole world dying
[pastor troy]
Break it down! (repeatedly 15x)
Hook: 8x
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh)
Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha, hey
There's a lot of people out there
This the fricky-fricky under the track
There's a lot of people out there
Fricky-fricky-fricky-fricky-fricky
Under they track, ow, tell 'em
Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it comin'
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it comin'
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, V A, G A
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, say what, say what
Tell 'em it's on
I'm the nigga down to the A-T-L with the flow
Keep it coming, got the A-K [Incomprehensible] the doe
Why you runnin' talkin' mad but you ain't bad
'Cause I'm bad, the P-T billy, the bad ass
I heard you clappin' your jaw, talkin' 'bout the A-T-L
How you got it on lock, boy stop
'Cause I'm reppin' the city, East Point to [Incomprehensible]
I come from the city that don't play that
I done came back with a song of my own
Timbaland on the matter feel, tell 'em it's on
P-T I'm a cruise, I'm a cruise, I'm a cruise control
[Incomprehensible] nothin' till the motherfuckin' music slows
I got some killers in Carolinas, some killers in Virginia
Some millers off in 'bama and I'm not to mention Atlanta
Just remember that you ain't got nothin' on lock
It's gonna make a nigga set your clock, it's P-T
Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it comin'
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it comin'
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, V A, G A
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, say what, say what
Tell 'em it's on
[Incomprehensible] I'm a tell 'em it's on
Talkin' shit like them gangsta, sweet as cologne
I roll on, anybody with the quickness
So southern Pastor, can I get a witness
It's fitness the way that I work out on a track
Got the gat, I'm a leave them niggaz right where they at
Matter fact, anybody wanna get some, then fuck they
Tell them others where I come from, the letter A
When I came through already knew that it was on
It's the misrepresentation of my home
We're never Zone 3, we're never Zone 4
And if it's in the hood you better not go
'Cause niggaz in the hood you better not see
The D, the S and then the G-B
It's my hometown, I am crowned as the boss
Don't make a nigga break ya off, tell 'em it's on
Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it comin'
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it comin'
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, V-A, G-A
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, say what, say what
Tell 'em it's on
No apologies, I don't need it
Written lyrics, homeboy, and read it
I got the big, buggle up and down
This for all y'all monkey ass niggaz in Atlanta
Talkin' 'bout Collipark and New Georgia
Give a little money and hang with new folks
And here come back to the hood open arms
This is not a kidnapathon
But where I'm from the real stay down
Live and die and took up the A town
If you think long at me you think wrong
Nothin' else to say homeboy but it's on
Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it comin'
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it comin'
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, V A, G A
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, say what, say what
Tell 'em it's on, fricky fricky oh
Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it comin'
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it comin'
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, V A, G A
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now
Tell 'em it's on, say what, say what
Tell 'em it's on, fricky fricky
You didn't see this comin', did you?
Ha ha, ha ha ha, you didn't see this comin', did you?
Ha ha, Timbo, P-T, ha ha, I bet yo didn't see it comin'
[Pastor Troy]
They had me dodgin` the law, while I was serving my raw
Though I was young in the game, a lot of things I saw
I just bought that fifty pack, and just believed in me
And with barely could ease, that fifty pack fit the peas
I got mo` cheese than Kraft, but teachers laughed at me
They asked me what would I be with out my damn degree
I told them they would see me on T.v. and videos
I`m all about that money, y`all can have them hoes
And I got goals, I know that I can do all things
Cause now I make my beats, I write, I sing
And pain was my stepping stone
Help me realize shit, even my own`ll do me wrong
But y`all a never stop me, `cause see I got this game in order
Started off with a fifty pack, with dreams of a quarter
Catching that thing from the border, and leave my enemies crying
I will never be stopped, so you can stop ya` tryin`
intro
yeah yo
this for them boys that been down wit me for tha last five years
before this shit was cool
Chorus
im representin!
im representin bruh them boys aint seein me know i got some cheese spendin G's so they envy me
im representin!
im representin this nothin but this thug shit rep mine well for ATL
im representin im representin my shit ho, im representin im representin my shit ho, im representin im representin my shit ho, im representin a bitch you already know
Verse
A word to tha wise
before you look me in my eyes
yo ho told me that ya raps a buncha lies
you ride through tha hood, lookin at tha signs
but you was in tha house most of tha time
for sayin you grind and sayin that you drivin chevy's
no AC playboy you lookin sweaty
you know me you done heard vica versa
know i post up in some shit just to hurt ya
a hundred thousand dollar truck i paid it out cash
before i left tha lot i put them feet on her ass
three tv's windows tinted this is how i representin
Chorus
Verse
A word to tha wise before you confuse the people
i been doin this before yo ass was legal
when you was at MBK my brothers keeper
i was on MLK wit street sweepers
i know you say aint no way he can be seen
this niggas not a man this niggas a machine
tha owner of tha Bounce i knew i'd make a profit
a couple hundred grand i had that shit in my pocket
i know that im tha man i know that i am winnin
and r-e-p-r-e-s entin!
[Chorus:]
Pop that pussy baby show them niggaz you ain't scared in here,
Shake them titi's baby show them bitches you ain't sacred in here
Make em get dat money right make em get dat money right [x2]
[Verse 1:]
I step in da club sippin me sum grey goose this bitch on da stage
Gettin muthafuckin loose, she poppin ha pussy down to da floor she clickin ha
Tongue I luv dis hoe, she shakin ha titi's, she poppin ha ass, ha pussy so gussy
I'm spendin my cash, and spendin fast cause I wanna fuck, and don't give a fuck
I'm askin ya what are you doin lata cause I wanna leave drop da topand feel
The brezze, I'm spendin some chesse V.I.P, D.S.G.B ya boy p.t
Me n my gorgeia boyz in ballin ho you don't gotta go I'll find anotha hoe
Cause mi name is top notch yea bitch shakin ha ass and grabbin dem titi's
And turn around and drop dat
[Bridge:]
Da way she grabbin da pole (I like all that)
The way she takin dat thang low (I like all dat)
Da way she smile when she dance (I like all dat)
Got my d*** rock hard in my pants (I like all dat)
Da way she dance with her girls (I like all dat)
The finest bitch in da world (I like all dat)
God damn look at ha little p sexxi eyes pretty feet (I like all dat)
[Chorus]
Pop dat pussy baby let me see dem titi's roll make a nigga
Hard put a nigga on da dance floor work it fast, work it slow
Take dat pussy to da floor up and down all around let me see dat pussy now
Let me see da swere tune, let me see da bootyhole, pop dat pussy baby to
Da muthafuckin club close, get mo doe, get yo bread shake dem niggaz fa dey g's
Let dem otha tricks kno you about yo gas flo from da stage fuck with dem
Bitches say, bitch you gettin made to play, bitch in a major way open up
Open wide hit ha with da baby oil, oil ha down real good make sure she real fine
Lookin good, smellin good, bitch you want it all night in da oil spot light
Shake dat shit with all yo might, make dem booty cheeks get tight, make dat booty
Clap bitch, make dat booty clap hoe cause we bout our cash flo
*featuring Nature Boy [Hook:] You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine And don't say money I put it all on the line And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind [Verse 1: Nature Boy] Check it out now Rap stars be flexing All about how they living ain't been through nothing Everybody G'd up and thuggin' Cold pimpin' or King Pin husslin' Knowing half the time Half of yo cream puffs dropping dimes, over petty crimes And if ya ever get time, ya get ya came hit from behind I done flip mo' breaks at 26 so quick through the click Boy unit ain't shit Done hurt mo' thieves then a little bit If the ho chose me thats a pimpette See I know the game And most of y'all rappers lame Ain't never sold 3 or 4 things Never been a pimp Never shot at point blank range Y'all hos just claimin' the fame [Hook:] You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine And don't say money I put it all on the line And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind [Verse 2: Pastor Troy] Okay, I'm in the mist of haters So called gators and cash The only creators is the niggas that flash And then they make this dash to the race thats never ending These niggas think they ballin' But all I see is spending And lending they flows to these groupie hos And take 'em to stos and buying these bitches clothes I know that y'all know better than that So I'ma play a game of return of the mac And bring it back Just like little Joe Cause y'all know how niggas do For every bitch you want my nigga I got two So shawty woopy di do if you got yo dick sucked Nigga I got a bitch that get a kick out eating nutts Gutts ain't shit Head is all that Why? Fucking sweat when sucking dick the same effect Put yet these niggas don't believe in the Kid And I'm the kind of muthafucker that say fuck the shit? What they did, ain't never hit the breaks in the Chevy Because I knew that all them muthafuckers wan ready I was steady make money nigga fuck the date Look at me now, got muthafuckers buying my tape And I can't wait to Georgia State invite me to the village Put me in the Georgia Dome nigga bet I can fill it Can y'all feel it I swear the God the lyrics sincere Its Pastor Troy, Nature Boy lay it down like this here [Hook: 2x] You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine And don't say money I put it all on the line And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind
[Pastor Troy talkin]
4 tha hustlaz (2x)
4 my hustlaz (2x)
Aiyo, this ya boy PT right
This for all them niggaz down tha road
Everybody staying down in this mother fucking game
Be real all my niggaz
Much love out here for this song, 4my hustlaz
(Chorus)
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that uh ride for the dayz
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz on tha grind everyday
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that be breakin tha rules
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wearin red and blue
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit money on they mind
4 my hustlaz
At the club fresh off tha grind
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that ride for P.T.
4 my hustlaz
Tha D. tha S. tha G.B.
[Verse 1]
Started out at da bottom of da barrel hommie
Had to deal wit dis fuck niggaz hatin on me
Hangin on me
We headed to da top
Da big boy drop
Went ta chillin on da block
Wit polo socks nigga
Da sun shinin of my shade frame
Look who made it out da dope game
Yeah nigga
From nicks to dimes
From dimes to quater keys
I stacked me some cheese and went ta bumpin these c.d's
And now you see me on yo tube live and direct
See a nigga swang to da bank im cashin checks
Or betta yet im shakin dat muthafucka
From da ATL to Augusta
For my hustlaz
(Chorus)
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that uh ride for the dayz
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz on tha grind everyday
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that be breakin tha rules
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wearin red and blue
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit money on they mind
4 my hustlaz
At the club fresh off tha grind
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that ride for P.T.
4 my hustlaz
Tha D. tha S. tha G.B
[Verse 1]
4 my hustlaz
All my niggaz cross tha state
4 my hustlaz
All my niggaz slangin that weight
4 my hustlaz
Hire best to flip ya legit
4 my hustlaz
Let tha crackers sell that shit
4 my hustlaz
All my niggaz peeping tha game
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that want to have fame
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that grind to pay bills
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that grind to buy a meal
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz ain't got no degree
4 my hustlaz
Still making money
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit fear of tha Lord
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz in tha night sword
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit tithes to tha streetz
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that ride wit tha heat
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit 36 O's
4 my hustlaz
Yea nigga, tha life I chose, 4 tha hustlaz
(Chorus)
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that uh ride for the dayz
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz on tha grind everyday
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that be breakin tha rules 4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wearin red and blue
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit money on they mind
4 my hustlaz
At the club fresh off tha grind
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that ride for P.T.
4 my hustlaz
Tha D. tha S. tha G.B.
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz in dirty clothes
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit no love for hoes
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz makin easy cheese
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz movin major keys
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz ridin big body cars 4 my hustlaz
Niggaz they call track stars
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that hate rice treats
4 my hustlaz
Got tha 88 wit tha beat
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz ridin 30 uh vogues
4 my hustlaz
All my niggaz down tha road
4 my hustlaz
All my niggaz offin tha feds
4 my hustlaz
All my niggaz bustin heads
4 my hustlaz
My niggaz on tha east side
4 my hustlaz
My niggaz on the west side
4 my hustlaz
My niggaz on tha north side
4 my hustlaz
South side, nigga we ride 4 tha hustlaz
(Chorus)
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that uh ride for the days 4 my hustlaz
Niggaz on tha grind everyday
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that be breakin tha rules
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wearin red and blue
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz wit money on they mind
4 my hustlaz
At the club fresh off tha grind
4 my hustlaz
Niggaz that ride for P.T.
4 my hustlaz
Tha D. tha S. tha G.B
[Pastor Troy talking]
Yo.....Yo.....Yo
Yall know wassup
This ya boy, PT Cruiser
Representin for all them gangsta ass hustlaz
Everybody takin penetintary chances nigga
Yall know wassup
D.S.G.B. got love for ya baby
Whatever to make this shit happen
Now get this mother fucker poppin
CHORUS
This bitch is lyin bout her crib
She livin with her n**ga
Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictures
Hidin all his clothes, hidin all his shoes
I Can't F*ck This Bitch This Bitch Is Bad News..x2
*VERSE*
This bitch is lyin bout her crib
She livin with her n**ga
Evertytime I'm ova she got my favorite liquor
Always gotta swisha... right by her bed
I smoke that while she givin me head
This bitch is lyin bout her crib
She know she can't afford it
Keep suckin the d---- like that and I'll pay the morgage...HUH
There ain't no sortage on my paper
But we'll get to that later
*CHORUS*
This bitch is lyin bout her crib
She livin with her n**ga
Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictures
Hidin all his clothes, hidin all his shoes
I Can't F*ck This Bitch This Bitch Is Bad News..x2
*VERSE*
This bitch is lyin bout her crib
She say she she live alone
Bathroom mirror full of colonge
This bitch is lyin bout her crib
But I ain't gon sweat her
Maybe she want me bcuz I f*ck her betta
SHE STILL LYIN BOUT HER CRIB...
I got this n**ga robe...I got this n**ga slippas
THIS N***A GONNA B BLOWED!
I HOPE HE DON'T EXPLODE!
CUZ THEN I GOTTA UNLOAD!
AND THIS AIN'T IN THIS AIN'T IN THE CAR
I'M KICKIN DOWN THE DOOR!!
*CHORUS*
This bitch is lyin bout her crib
She livin with her n**ga
Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictures
Hidin all his clothes, hidin all his shoes
I Can't F*ck This Bitch This Bitch Is Bad News..x2
*OUTRO SKIT*
*pastor* Yea baby I really enjoyed
kickin it out hear in ya crib
that's wat I'm talkin bout a real
independent black woman i like that
*female* Yea...Yea
*pastor* I see u doin ya thang
*female* I try, I try
*pastor* Baby?
*female* Uhn Hu?
*pastor* Look like it's some headlights
pullin up in ya yard...
*female* OHH!! THAT'S MY N**GA!!
*pastor* WAT!!
*female* GET CHA SH*T AND GET IN THE CLOSET!!
*pastor* I THOUGHT U SAID THIS YO S*IT?
YOU GOT ME IN YO N**GA SH*T!!
*VERSE*
BITCH! I grabbed my 45 from under the bed
HOE! Put that chorme thing to her muthaf*ckin head!
TRICK!
Took her to the door let that b*tch open it up
B*tch n**ga came in made him put his hands up!
Robbery in place don't look at my face!
B*tch said you had a ?? just like grace!
You and yo b*tch get against the wall!
I ain't only f*ckin ya b*tch I'm robbin yall!
It ain't nobody ta call I'm the only n**ga hear
Tped them muthafu*kas up and drank a muthafu*kin beer!!
[pastor troy]
Lord I'm sorry, I'm tired
God I'm tired, God I'm tired
Don't nobody know what it is, don't nobody know it's like
I'm livin today thru tommorrow and I know I ain't gon' make it
[verse 1]
Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth
I worked for food stamps without the book instead of helping me
Or blessing me my niggaz below, I thank my niggaz
And tommy hill can't help me figure a damn thang
Less than frontin me a pound of weed or some cocaine
I had got to the same conclusion that uncle sam made
Don't touch the dope but know it's movin'
And if it's proven what I'm doin's gonna hurt to the hustle
That's on the muscle this whole motherfuckin world is trouble
When I don't laugh took the color,
Took the color blind while toatin dimes and my nut sack full time,
I'm grindin playa, damn askin momma may i
I'm writin fire bet you wanna fuck up nigga start gettin high
I rely on my mother nature, quarter to break her
Gotta show her I appreciate her, with all these haters
That be constantly surrounding me, nowhere to go
So I smoke some weed and drink some mo'
Now they my friends and I been in a bunch of crazy moods
God please excuse quick to race because I love to loose
Yeah I'm the loser
[pastor troy]
God I can't take this no more, I can't take this no more
I'm sorry, I can't take this no more (*gun goes off*)
[chorus 2x]
Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth
Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
I put the pistol in my mouth, put the pistol in my mouth
[verse 2]
Now see the thouhgts of what you showin me
A empty picture as I beg the world for everything
Never could get a piece of this american dream
(I took a nap) I took a nap when I wake up the same thang
Back in trap, shootin craps without shootin guns man that's my life
They say that I'm the son of god, I thinkin twice
The price of the leather see and I don't speak
As I preach keep the pistol in my reach
'cause niggaz crazy, look at how this doja made me man I don't sweat
Playin russian roulette with the tech place yo bet
Love let the devil kill me (I'll be okay)
'cause I'm gone have to die any fuckin way why not today
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
'Cause my folks coming back my nigga, to kill you
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
'Cause my folks coming back my nigga, to kill you
This is a song for them niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me
Something to listen to before I go on my killing spree
Y'all niggas ain't shit to me a bunch of followers
And when I catch your ass I'ma swallow ya
Bitch I'm a bury ya, the mo' the merrier
I pray you out with your niggas they can carry ya
Pit bull terrier, fightin' the Pekingese
You wanna crank up your war, bitch come fuck with me
I got some real g's and then some g's that
I teach them niggas and lay low off in Cadillac
Off in the Cadillac, 2002 edition
It's Pastor Troy, fuck boy and your benediction
It ain't no contradiction, you walkin' thin ice
You put your money down monkey nigga now roll the dice
Claim he gone take my life, I got the trick for ya
I got a 45 hard as a dick for ya, you kill me
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
'Cause my folks coming back my nigga, to kill you
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
'Cause my folks coming back my nigga, to kill you
These niggas plottin', prayin' cryin' they hoes
Don't hate me, my nigga I'm chose
Those, suckas and bustas don't like it when you gloat
The same bitch you crying to, I fucked the hoe
Uh oh, you didn't know that she was buck wild
Strong possibility that that may be my child
Look at you now you feelin' real fuckin' short
Now keep on bustin' your ass for child support
(Dumb ass nigga)
I'm at the fort eating steak and liftin' weights
Nice ass crib five cars I'm straight
But on the other hand
Look at you little man grindin' ten years barely got a grand
And, you talkin' 'bout killin' a man of God
You gone bust hell wide open hot rod
I'ma, represent D.S.G.B and kill any nigga
With plans of killin' me
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
'Cause my folks coming back my nigga, to kill you
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
'Cause my folks coming back my nigga, to kill you
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
'Cause my folks coming back my nigga, to kill you
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
If they kill me they best to be ready to move
You've got your home of the brave
And I've got my land of the free
You conform to what society says
And I conform to me
Looking for light in the corners
Getting caught in the spider web
You look at me as if I'm giving a performance
When I'm just feeding my head
And you know that I'm doing all right
And I won't explain myself to you just to avoid a fight
How I'm living ain't correct
But for me it's just right
I'm not completely insane
I'm maybe just a little bit crazy
There's no one to blame, got no shame 'bout my game
Don't want nobody to save me
I've got a pair of ruby slippers
That I don't wear much anymore
And if I had the nerve, I'd click my heels and return
To the wonderland I knew before
I'm waiting on a slow boat to China
Want to sail away to the sun
I've been searching for myself
And I know I'm gonna find her if I break away from everyone
So the way that I act may not fit in
Just because I've got a mind of my own
Doesn't mean it's a sin
I don't ask you to give up, don't expect me to give in
I'm not completely insane
I'm maybe just a little bit crazy
There's no one to blame, got no shame 'bout my game
Don't want nobody to save me
And I say it again
I'm just a little bit crazy
There's no one to blame, got no shame 'bout my game
Don't want nobody to save me
Some like to live for the moment
Taking life into their own hands every day
And if they don't get killed, they get so high off the thrill
They could float to heaven anyway
And others want to save for tomorrow
Thinking money is security
Well, I understand the need but I don't get the greed
And they all seem pretty crazy to me
You can tell by the expression I wear
Though I seem a little strange to you, I don't really care
I got the freedom to be
And there are others like me everywhere
I'm not completely insane
I'm maybe just a little bit crazy
There's no one to blame, got no shame 'bout my game
Don't want nobody to save me
I say it again, I'm just a little bit crazy
There's no one to blame, got no shame 'bout my game
Don't want nobody to save me, nobody to save me
[Pastor Troy]
I'm in a 98' Coup Deville
Gleamin like a motherfucking Bellery Cheville
My mind on my mill, these hoes on the grill
I tell 'em I'm a boss, and then they check the frost
These niggas lookin lost, these hoes lookin puzzled
Because I got me 5 bad hoes in my shuttle
And then they all cuddle, they love each other
Yeah you right, I'm a bad motherfucker
Supreme ass hustla, from the city of the A
And if it ain't pimpin, then its motherfuckin yay
Well okay, well uhuh, and all that pimp shit
Need me a bitch to buss the rent with
What's up baby?
Thats yo Benz?
Them yo girls?
Thats yo friends?
Its all cool, I'm with my folks too
Lookin for somethin to get into, a cold world
[Chorus x4]
Damn I'm cold, I'm freezin
Damn I'm cold, a cold nigga
[Pastor Troy]
Yeah, as I was saying, baby I'm boss playin
So why don't me and you just hit the town?
Ever met a king? Ever seen a crown?
Ever let a real ass nigga take you down?
Crazy as it sounds, ooh, that maybe what you need
I'm Pastor Troy, that's John Reed
My Uncle JB, and thats my Uncle Ice
And thats my Uncle Money, baby, mac life
And thats my nigga Nature though he needs no introduction
Shit everybody know 'em, for years he been hustlin
We cut out the struggling a long time ago
Been big bang Tucker for as long as I know
Shit me and my bro nigga, the older and the younger
Went to play bumper cars in some Hummers
And that aint no boss ass shit, I'll show ya some
And yeah I think I'm all that bitch, I done won
A cold ass nigga, I be flyin to the brawl
Pasta nigga, baby callin for the law
All my dogs tell them hoes play they roles
Pastor Troy, nigga brrrrrr, ice cold
And I am coming with the range
Not calling no names on p
But this them same boys they said would never reach the key
Met mister e. and him and me decided we could win
We flipped the script and we bout to be legal kingpins
Up in the wind
That message sent from old savannah
They down with me so I ain't got to call atlanta
But if I do it ain't nothing but even worse for you
Go call your soldiers
Tell them to bring the hearse for you
Just call me and tell peter I be the peter of the cipher
Down south georgia boy
Pastor troy pass the rifle
Any rival ain't no rival lest we make the rivalry
Having problems with my rifle
Y'all watch y'all enemies
Well cause
War has been declared
What's up
'cause war has been declared
What's up
'cause war has been declared
What's up
What y'all gone do
What y'all gone do
Chorus: and I declare war
For my whole number connected
Bout to give life to all you punks
Y'all talk, we pop the trunk
Picture me and mine drunk
And crunk up 'cause we mad
Ain't never had before we hooked
Time to pull a kick doe
Negro we wrote the hook
Shook the dice up
The price I pay
My navy still my bill
Say y'all want to go to war
And that's ok cause now will
You know we filthy
Because to us no love was given
Somebody's gone come up missing
Drooooom, die quickly
Chorus: I declare war
And I declare war
[Uses same beat as "Until the End of Time" performed by 2Pac]
[Talking:]
Yeah, y'all know what time it is
This ya boy P. Troy checkin in
And we doin this one, for all the mothers
For them gangsta boys, gangsta lil' girls
Doin time in this system, y'all know how it go
Yeah, yeah, yeah (c'mon)
[Chorus: x2]
Hey mama, I'm writin you from jail
Them crackers got me fucked up, they got me in a cell
I know you disappointed, and I apologize
Don't want no visitation I don't wanna see yo eyes
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, hey mama, I hope you all good
I guess I'm doin fine, I just miss the hood
I got a little time but I took it like a man
But it ain't the end, I'll get another chance
You always told me bout the company I kept
I guess that I'm a victim of the hood that I rep
A Southside gangsta facin five to the do'
Before they took me, I had to let 'em know
[Chorus x2
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, hey mama, I know you probably sad
But holler at my siblings, holler at my dad
Tell everybody that I'm doin just fine
And I'm in here because my life was on the line
Mama, niggas hatin when your pockets get straight
They think that they can rob, they think that they can take
They thinkin that your fake cause they see you on T.V.
Surprise for them suckas, don't ever try me
I had to let it bang, I had to let it pop
I had to let it sang, I had to make 'em drop
And if I wouldnt have shot then I'd probably been the victim
That .40 cal. glock first I cock then I hit 'em
They got me down here Right Street 7th floor
Ain't nothin I can change I just go with the flow
I'm feelin kinda low, but I guess I'll be straight
Just hit the lawyer up and try to rush the court date
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah, verse 3, verse 3
Hey mama, they shipped me off to prison
A home cooked meal only thang that I'm missin
So holler at my girl, so holler at my son
And tell 'em that I'm sorry for the wrong that he done
Maybe this could've been avoided but I'd doubt it
All I can do is write another rap about it
And try to stay 'sane, it's all in the game
When some here for killing, when some here for 'caine
When some here for chilling wrong place wrong time
When some here situation just like mine
But I have no regrets, it could've been worse
I could've been dead if I didn't bust first
So mama, I hope that I'm forgiven
I write you everyday while I'm chillin off in prison
I'm tryin to get religion, I'm tryin to do better
With all my love, til' I write your next letter, your son
Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (x 8)
Verse 1
Now let's pray lord have mercy, help 'em God
Pastor Troy baby, and I'm coming hard
Had to sit back and see tha big picture
Probably in the back seat bustin' me a Swisha
So how I getcha?
Huffin and puffin and cussin' over percussion?
Out the back field 2,000 yards rushin
I'm struttin, I'm cuttin, spinnin, I'm jukin
Gotcha girlfriend on the side-line lookin (Wassup, baby?)
It's all a game, but the winner is the one who maintain
They all know my name i'm the heavyweight champ
I rock the belt and got some killers on my camp
This drank done got me amp it got me ready to shut the club down
Take it all the way, for a mothafuckin touchdown,
Let's clown
Dancin in the endzone, I'm lookin good, I'm lookin strong
Pastor Troy 'bout to getcha buck, tell them hoes it's on (Yeah!)
Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (x 8)
Ok, If you came to get buck throw it up (Throw it up!)
If you came to get buck throw it up (Throw it up!)
EASTSIDE!!! (Eastside!) WESTSIDE!!! (Westside!)
NORTHSIDE!!! (Northside!) SOUTHSIDE, HO!!! (Southside, ho!)
P.T. baby, I came to get crunk
I'ont get low, I'ont ATL stomp
All I do, is come through in the clutch (In the clutch)
Kick Atlanta shit, back Atlanta shit up
Them suckers took a real low, motherfuck a dutch
I'd rather grab a mic and grab my nuts
I got it in cruise control, I got it set
From Colli Park, bout to hurt a known in the Dec
All over Zone Three and Zone Four
Every set that you claim, I got a ho; you know
She ready!
Probably got more balls than you
She ready!
Hey, there boo, what they do
The Pastor, after me, there'll be three
Two that ain't there, and one you can't see
It's just me, the PT Cruiser
I'm independent, and bout to do ya
And it's...
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down
It's goin' down, this tha yea
Ice ya wrist, baby, rock ya ear
Put ya mink on, get ya drink on
It's goin' down, it's goin' down
Pop tha cris, baby, pop tha mo
Where tha blunts at, blaze tha dro
It's goin' down, listen here
2004, this tha year, it's goin' down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down
It's goin' down, I'm afraid
This tha year, we gettin' paid
I'm talkin' big cheese, I'm talkin' Bentleys
It's goin' down, it's goin' down
2004, baby, make some noise
Fuck them down, south Georgia boys
Get ya home, girl, they can ride too
If you goin' wit me, it's goin' down boo, It's goin' down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down
It's goin' down, I'm feelin' good
Anotha year to rep my hood
It's goin' down, go buy a whip
Take a month man, take a trip
It's goin down, I'm in Brazil
Wit two white hoes, I'm 'bout to chill
So it was real, later boss
Don't hit tha cell phone, it's turned off, it's goin' down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
It's 'bout to go down, it's 'bout to go down
[Ludacris & Pastor Troy:]
What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
I (I), I (I), I (I), I (I)
[Pastor Troy:]
OK, come on, what
[Ludacris & Pastor Troy:]
What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
Oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oohhhh)
[Chorus x2: Ludacris]
Get off me, but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
[Ludacris:]
You wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me
Cause you weigh too dusty, and rusty, and musty
[Pastor Troy:]
You betta shop that make you pop up from lock up
But you tell your folks to hold you're jack up to back up (to back up)
[Ludacris:]
I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room
[Pastor Troy:]
It ain't nothinnnnn
[Ludacris:]
A a watch out watch out, boom
Call me the hit man, 'cause I make you wanna call time-out
Then I make your mom cry-out, when I take your whole spine out
Then watch me take ya, and fake ya, and shake ya, and break ya
And see you on hoooome to your maker
[Pastor Troy:]
You should give up now for talkin shit like that
But then you nothing, you garbage you betta' watch ya' back
[Chorus]
[Pastor Troy:] (OK, OK now)
[Ludacris:] I'm in that 2000 excursion
[Pastor Troy:] Ridin on 22's, I hear da boom
[Ludacris:] But booms just get more crunk
[Pastor Troy:] It's the DSGB forever
[Ludacris:] Ridin on pump
[Pastor Troy:]
I stunk, or did I say stunk, I meant stank (UN huh)
I think I'll take it please, or in another coffee break
You ain't, but you can pretend to be homey
[Ludacris:]
I'm stiff arming these busters just as soon they get on me
[Intro: Pastor Troy + (David Banner)]
(Hahaha) Yo yo (Bone Crusher)
Ya'll know what time it is!
Yeah nigga, this your boy Pastor Troy
Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll
David Banner! Mississippi to Atlanta nigga!
[Chorus - repeat 3x]
[PT:] These niggaz wanna hate?!
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] These niggaz wanna mug?!
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] Wanna run up on a thug?!
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] I'm a pump them a slug!
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[Verse: Pastor Troy]
My mind on money, what the hell you thinking bout?
The cars, the broads, the stocks, the house
To find my mouth, I'm spitting flames wit Banner
Mississippi putting it down wit Atlanta
No cameras, bitch this ain't no camera trick
Ain't no stunt man needed, bitch you best to believe it
Some niggaz say I'm conceded, I say you God damn right
Them same motherfucking niggaz gon' get robbed tonight
You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the war
These niggaz taking me light, how you gon' take the .44?
I ain't no hoe my nigga, so don't you tamp-on me
Leave ya R.I.P., bitch this DSGP!
You see the horns on my head? nigga you know I'm the devil
And I pack heavy metal, WHAT THE FUCK you gon' settle
Bitch you better settle down I'm a real ass nigga
I'm strictly bout my scrilla, motherFUCK them niggaz
[Chorus]
[Verse: David Banner]
Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela
Who I be? this Mississippi trill nigga!
Fuck a hater bitch, suck a dis
I'm down to take 9 wit a thirty something clip
And bust it on a bitch, to me it ain't shit
I ain't did nothing but praise God and my clip
So come to Mississippi and we taking yo hoes, pick in yo dome
BOOM, hoes and clothes wit black .44s and Calico's
Give a FUCK what a bitch nigga know, you know this
You getting stuck like Al Green and a bitch wit some hot grits
Tell em Yankees this a new day
Ya'll gon' speak about Mississippi in a new way
I got some peelas in Atlanta holla "you wait!"
And spelling bread raw backwards in yo two way, all life
[Chorus]
[Bridge: David Banner]
Now put yo bangers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up
[Chorus]
[PT:] Police wanna stop the trill
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] Wanna ride in the chromie grill
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] I'm a bust the blue steel
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill?
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] Girl get loose and pop the pill
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] You my down wit a bitch a feel (?)
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[Verse: Pastor Troy]
Get loose, get neck, or get high tonight
Tell em thugs get ya boys we gon ride tonight
If I die tonight, man fuck em all good
Cause I left this bitch quiver left
And would ride man choo
What this hoe really wan' do? fuck or suck the stick
Like ooh, don't fuck me naw nigga, I'll fuck you
Two, three in your face till you're blue - black
Would you fuck her wit a jack top man?
I'll shoot ya in your back like BLAT BLAT BLAT!!
[PT:] YEAH!
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] YEAH! YEAH!
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] Say fuck them niggaz
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] Say fuck them niggaz
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
(3X)MIC CHECK A NIGGA BLAZE GUN
MIC CHECK A NIGGA HAVE SOME FUN
I BEEN A HARD ASS NIGGA EQUIPPED IN DIS GAME(COME ON)
MUTHAFUCKAS PLAYIN ME LIKE I'M LAME(COME ON!)
BEEN IN THIS SHIT REPRESENTIN' MY CLICK(COME ON)
DSGB AIN'T NEVA BEEN FUCKED WIT(YEAH)
ME AND MY NIGGAS IN THA BACK OF THE CLUB
(YEAH NIGGA,WHATS UP)FUCK 'cause
BRING ME THA HARD ASS YAK
LIKE DAT
AND MUTHAFUCKA DON'T FRISK ME I GOT A GAT
I'M IN DIS MUTHAFUCKA I AIN'T PLAYIN WIT NOBODY
MY NIGGA GOTTI
GOT THA NICKEL PLATED LOTTI
WE WAITIN ON ANY MUTHAFUCKAS TO BUCK
BEEN IN DIS SHIT I AIN'T NEVA GAVE FUCK
BETTA ASK QUA(QUA)
REPRESENT THA A(A)
ALL FUCKEN NIGHT(NIGHT), ALL FUCKEN DAY(DAY)
MACK 10 SPRAY IN THA WHOLE FUCKEN CLUB
SHOOT IN HIS CAR TAKE DAT NIGGA DUBS
AIN'T NO LOVE I LOSS THA LOVE IN 98
FUCK DEM NIGGAS GET UP MY DAMN WEIGHT
CAUSE NIGGAS A FAKE
CAUSE NIGGAS A TRIP
CAUSE NIGGAS A LEAVE
THEM NIGGAS A DIP
I MET SOME MO NIGGAS SAID THEM HAD MY BACK
SITTIN OUTSIDE THE CLUB WIT THEY GATS
TELLIN ME TROY WHERE DEM PUSSY NIGGAS AT
I'MA PUT THE WHOLE PARKIN LOT ON THEY BACKS
RAT TA TAT TAT, BANG BANG BANG
TWO FEET AWAY, POINT BLANK RANGE
THANK IT'S A GAME I'M HELL TO DEAL WIT
AND THEN I'MA BURY THE SHELL YA PUNK BITCH
PASTOR TROY TALKIN (SAYIN PUNK BITCH OVA AND OVA IN BACK GROUND TILL NEXT VERSE)
NIGGA MY MAIDEN NAME WAS COCAINE
BROUGHT THA NEW CHEVY THANG, BLEW OUT THA BRAIN
PUSHIN DOWN MARVEN LANE BOUT HIGH
ME AND MY NIGGA BIG MIKE BOUT FLY
HEADED TO GREENBRIAR MALL, FUCK Y'ALL
IN THE NEW BLACK SS, SITTIN TALL
EVERYWHERE I GO, IT'S ANOTHER FUCKEN HOE
ASKIN ME TROY WHAT'S UP CAN I BLOW
EVERYTIME YOU WALK BY I SMELL DRO
ME AND MY THREE HOMEGIRLS WE WANNA GO
I TOLD THA BITCH DO I LOOK LIKE A STOE
NOW EXCUSE ME WHILE SHUT MY DOE
I CAN'T STAND WHEN HOES TRY TA FRONT
WE CAN FUCK HALF DEM HOES FO SOME BLUNTS
HAVE DEM HOES ROLLIN BEES ALL NIGHT
DO YOU GOTTA ROLL THA WEED YOU DAMN RIGHT
NAW BABY AIN'T NO SEED DATS DRO
YEAH BABY GIRL I KNOW YOU DON'T NOW
SMOKIN DAT BOBBY BROWN, STAYIN DOWN
SHIT COST $200 FO THA POUND
LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHIN I'MA MUTHAFUCKEN KING
AND EVERYWHERE I GO I GOT MY MUTHAFUCKEN THING
RAT TA TAT TAT, PING PING PING
DAT MACK 10 RING AND CLEAN THA WHOLE SCENE
[Intro:]
Yeah Yall Know What Time It Is
We On Some Of Dat...
Playa Shit
Whats Up Squeekay
Ya Kno She Betta Be Down Fa Life
[Verse 1:]
My Baby Rockin Dooney An Bourke
She Work If She Wanna Work
And She Buy High Boots The Same Color As Her Skirt
Independant So Bad She Ignant
But She Still Mine Ima Let Her Represent
Trips To La To Do Lunch
Then Fly Back To D.C. To Do Brunch
Got My Baby Momma Feelin Like A Dunce
Being Wit Me Is All The Girl Wants
An When We Aint Together We On The Nextel
Got Eachothers Picture Screen Saved On The Cell
At The Bell Ring
Pop Champain An Throw Rice
My Baby We Is Down For Life
Down For Life
[Chorus:]
Ill Be There For You
Wil You Be There For Me
Can We Do This Together
I Wanna Be Down For Life(Down For Life)
For Life(Down For Life)
I Can Be Ya Boo
You Can Be My Nigga
You Kno I Hold It Right Babe
You Kno Ill Pull A Trigger(Down For Life)
I Wanna Be Down For Life(Down For Life)
For Life(Down For Life)
[Verse 2:]
I Can See Me An You Crunk Boo
In That New Cadillac That Seat Two
What Ever You Wanna Do We Can Do It Times Two
Cuz You So Damn Cute An So Damn Fine
The Vip Line Everytime That We Club
Niggas Lookin At Chu Cuz You Sittin On Dubz
An Everytime We Hug An Everytime We Kiss
I Scratch Another Chick Off My Mothafuckin List
Ya See Its Like This
Me An You Was Just Supposed To Be Friends
Untill You Let Me Hit In My Drop Top Benz
Now I Cant Go A Day Without Callin You
And When I Ask You What Chu Doin You Say
'ballin Boo'
Down For Life
Ill Be There For You
Wil You Be There For Me
Can We Do This Together
I Wanna Be Down For Life(Down For Life)
For Life(Down For Life)
I Can Be Ya Boo
You Can Be My Nigga
You Kno I Hold It Right Babe
You Kno Ill Pull A Trigger(Down For Life)
I Wanna Be Down For Life(Down For Life)
For Life(Down For Life)
(I Can See Me An You)
Ima Hold You Down
Ill Always Be Around
Down For Life
Whenever You Need Me Boy
You Kno Ill Be There For Ya
(Down For Life)
Its Do Or Die Till The Day I Die
Baby Dont Worrie Im Alright
Ill Be Here For Ya Im Down For Life
(Down For Life)
Ill Be There For You
Wil You Be There For Me
Can We Do This Together
I Wanna Be Down For Life(Down For Life)
For Life(Down For Life)
I Can Be Ya Boo
You Can Be My Nigga
You Kno I Hold It Right Babe
You Kno Ill Pull A Trigger(Down For Life)
I Wanna Be Down For Life(Down For Life)
i walk bad like a thug
i shoot up wid my slugs
[Intro]
Yeeah, PT Cruiser Baby, Yeeah
AiYo, we want everybody to crank this muhfucka up
Nigga, Crank this shit up LOUD NIGGA! (okay)
[Hook]
Crank Me Up, PT baby is back to get bucks
I dont know maybe ya never, heard of
Comin in the back of the club with black gloves
Hard as a hammer, I am Atlanta
Soon as i step on the scene, its lights camera
Action, Cash In, Fat-ass cheques, my rolex
Will make ya faint,huh, ya think i aint?
I hit the bank and get the grands, and just to spin tonight
Nuh-uh, pass me the mills mamma, i got a flight
Lears, listen here, private jet at the-yo (?)
A bad ass ho, into the clouds I Go
The underground putting it down for five years
The blood, The sweat, the motherfucking tears
I'm living the life of a young, drug lord
I'll build this heffa up if i get bored
Now ease up shorty, let the G slide through
And i don't leave, without my .32
Tucked in the boot(boot),Tucked in a coat(coat)
And when i see Chuck, its gonna get tucked in his throat
And murder she wrote? But hell, I can't read
Stabbed a ho, kidnapped the bitch, see?
And now i'm on the loose, now im on the run
Fuck that shit, I'll go and get a bigger gun
Yeah! Motherfucker (Nigga)
Crank Me Up!
If you dont give a damn, nigga, we dont give a fuck
I watch your CD's, my man, y'all suck
You suck a cracka's dick in the office then came up
Get it? Never for this, damn nigga test
See how she be because my motherfuckin chest, Nigga
Yes nigga, picture me, hot caprice
When i dun been raised by all these G's
Nigga, the crooks and killers, is my motherfuckin niggas
Jab a pussy, with some motherfuckin scissors
This is a, motherfuckin, crime scene,
I'm dumpin on the law, my nigga, by any means
[Hook]
Crank Me Up, PT baby is back to get bucks
I dont know maybe ya never, heard of
Comin in the back of the club with black gloves
Hard as a hammer, I am Atlanta
Soon as i step on the scene, its lights camera
Action, Cash In, Fat-ass cheques, my rolex
Will make ya faint,huh, ya think i aint?
I hit the bank and get the grands, and just to spin tonight
Nuh-uh, pass me the mills mamma, i got a flight
Lears, listen here, private jet at the-yo (?)
A bad ass ho, into the clouds I GO!
Hey!
Crank Me Up!
If you a gangsta you need to crank this up
If you dont give a damn, nigga, we dont give a fuck
Pastor baby, about to crank this up
Crank Me Up!
If you a gangsta you need to crank this up
If you dont give a damn, nigga, we dont give a fuck
Pastor baby, about to crank this up
Can you stand again, baby
Sometimes I feel like I am stuck between a bad dream
Running this race thank the Lord for his amazing grace
Yes I believe, blessed wit G's that's around me
Forevermore a thug buddy you can't clown me, that's on the court
Give me war, strength and power daily
Lord bless my lady, don't let situations drive her crazy
Baby I know, everyday it's like I gots to go, never no time
Everything's gon' be straight though, I'm on the grind
Love is blind, I can see it now
It's 20/20 from the 'Burban to the Benz now
A fifth of Remi, it ain't many that can maintain
But boo I love you 'cause I know that you can stand the game
Stand the game
Sunny days, everybody loves them
Tell me baby, can you stand the game?
Storms will come, this we know for sure
Tell me baby, can you stand the game?
Sometimes I wonder how did I become so lucky
A million hoes, now I got a gurl that loves me
It's kind of funny 'cause I never been the one for love
All I was thinking 'bout was money or selling drugs, that's what it was
Young rich nigga, hoes a dime a dozen
The older that I grew, I knew a ho ain't nothing
It's more than fucking that was high school shit
I moved my gurl in, it's me her and the pits
Six in the yard, I give thanks to God
For making it easy though they say it would be hard
And me and my gurl gon' stack it up for a while
And when I wake up, first thing I see is her smile
And when she has my child I'll be the happiest on Earth
And I'm a be there every second of it's birth
And it don't even matter, if it's a girl or it's a boy
'Cause the last name is gone be Troy, huh, the game
Sunny days, everybody loves them
Tell me baby, can you stand the game?
Storms will come, this we know for sure
Tell me baby, can you stand the game?
Sometimes I wonder do you miss me how I miss you?
Can't wait to git back to the crib so I can kiss you
It crack me up because you could have been done gave it up
But you stay with me 'cause no matter what you give a fuck
Therefore we stuck, together like crazy glue
Hey baby it's me and you
Forever we made a vow, so we gots to do it now
I know you believe in me, just say what you wanna be
And we will have everything, if you can just stand the game
Sunny days, everybody loves them
Tell me baby, can you stand the game?
Storms will come, this we know for sure
Tell me baby, can you stand the game?
Sunny days, everybody loves them
Tell me baby, can you stand the game?
Storms will come, this we know for sure
Verse 1: peter the disciple
I walk in hell, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting
Throwing bows, showing gold's, and smoking dro's
Drinking yak in the back, presidential
Hand in hand with the devil, my team imperial
We don't hang with that busta they call miracle
The first disciple, 30 shots from the rifle
Grab his soul like a reaper
A.k.a. better known as lil' peter
Light 'em up with the powder
Best believe I'm a rider
The pastor said sic him and whoever else with 'em
And watch me and my boys go and flip him, we ready
(pastor troy)
I think somebody's bout to die (4x then to background of hook)
Hook: 4x
You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army
Dez georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me
Verse 2: blackout
Killa, disabled, stable, mentally challenged the name 'em
But yet I manage over God given talents
Enter near it, cause ravage and repercussions, and damages
Pimpin' at them, iceberg slim, seeking titanic
Creeping steady slow
Bobin' and weavin' we broke a do'
Complication rules the nation so I roll while I smoke
This one goes out to my folk
This one they caught in they smoke
Bungey jumping, hang gliding, and sliding of ski slopes
Went from selling busta's dope, over used to be coke
I can't cope, cut throat, rhymes over dope
I go fo' broke
Verse 3: pinhead
Smoking on that reefer, with the street sweepers
Suckers I got wiped up can't run from the grand reaper
Peep a, miracle game so lame that you can't show
You tried to steal a track from the pastor and got caught
I brought my freaking folks
My folks that keep it real
We drinking on that brandi and we handy with the steel
Better guard yo grill, hard to kill, like steven segal
Cause when I see him fall, i'ma shatter his brains against the wall
(pastor troy)
I think somebody's bout to die 4x then to background of hook
Hook: 4x
You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army
Dez georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me
Verse 4: pastor troy
Okay they got me last and I'm mad
And I'm ready to fight
One hundred eighty pounds strong, but watch how I bite
They takin flight, cause this buster ackin' like my amigo
Hit 'em seventeen times with that chrome desert eagle
These my people, in georgia, ignore ya, I can't
Get dumped off in miami riding on candy paint
Now would you believe I got a body in my trunk?
I'm crunk out the window, hell yeah!, I shot the punk
The first to dump, the first one that punk scatter
I'm high I'm drunk, put I'm still labeled that pastor
So any bastard, that got plans to harm me
You best of be ready cause I got a army
(pastor troy)
I think somebody's bout to die 4x then to background of hook
Hook till end
You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army
[chorus (repeat 4x)]
I am a real american
Fight for the rights of every man
When it rain it pours, thunder and lightning
These cowards is trifling
They got me, watching for high jackers
Watching for terrorism, bet I ain't playin with 'em
The nine get 'em
It's horror when you don't know if you gone ever see tomorrow
Or your partner, maybe a loved one, maybe your auntie
Think you gone take from me, well then it's on g
Jesus is coming back, soon as he lay attack
I bust my rifle, I'll wave my bible
Crankin' my army up because we know what' up
They hit pentagon and now it's babylon
Bless america
[chorus (repeat 4x)]
America, no country like it
America, let's get united
We all fightin
A couple cases of anthrax
Though I ain't sweatin
Me and my homies got army gadgets
No it ain't magic
You bomb me, I bomb you
This is a ? ?
Pastor sucka, u.s marines, army, navy on the same team
It's not a dream, it's reality
Miseducated, to all casualty
You capture me, i'mma be dumpin something
I'm from america buddy you better tell him something
Usama bin laden, we see you, we blasting
Buddy we want you, dead or alive
And when we catch you, got a surprise
Fuck the taliban, fuck the marathon
Sucka, fuck everything, and just let freedom ring
Bless america
[Hook:]
(BACK UP!) [x14 in background]
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
[x6]
[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]
If I'm ackin up, you better cut of the game
I ain't got to say nothing, just have to tell them my name
I'm the flame, I got mo' flame then a lighter
I ain't trying to be lame, but this ain't nobody fighter
The southern writer, the preacher and keep a heater beside
Oomp Camp and Pastor Troy we letting it ride
So many died, I ain't never been the one for that
So now I travel everywhere with mack mack mack
I crack heads till I'm fed, and I dodge tricks
I cut the game off quick past ninety-six
I'm getting sick of the game
Just handle my business man
I catch ya slippin', I'm a lick ya ass for everything
We Ready
[Hook:]
(BACK UP!) [x8 in background]
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
[x4])
[Verse 2: Peter the Disciple]
It's little Peter, the ity-bity, short ass color
But it ain't nothing, I got some shit to bust up ya sweater
Head bussa from Augusta, went to talking about
Run up on a muthafucker, then I'm gone pour 'em out
I hang with Loco, Dollar Bill, and Baby D
I'm screaming ready, muthafucker don't fuck with me
A young gangsta, I grew up with them g's from the south
And if it's anger, I'm ready to shuv that in a nigga mouth
Bitch it's the devil, better not test me funny
Oomp Camp in dis bitch
Where the fuck is the money
My Pastor told me forever represent for my team
Make them niggas come clean or bust they head with the beam
[Hook:] (BACK UP!) [x8 in background]
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
It's not warm when he's away
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
And he's always gone too long
Anytime he goes away
I wonder this time where he's gone
I wonder how long he's gonna stay
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime he goes away
But ain't no sunshine when he's gone
Only darkness everyday
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime he goes away
And I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know when he's gone
He's always gone too long
Anytime he goes away
Anytime he goes away
Anytime he goes away
Anytime he goes away
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