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PASTOR TROY Miscellaneous It's Too Late Now, We Ready!!! [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 whats the odds of who's the saver Fuck em please come back savior Cuz it's like this I don't speak so they fuck my shit And now I'm faced with these crimes that I aint commit And It's fucked up cuz 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 aint giving a fuck about nobody, cuz we aint got shit to loose, I aint got shit, I aint jealous of these little lame motherfuckaz |
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