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PASTOR TROY Miscellaneous Look What I'm Going Thru"(feat. Kingpin Skinny Pimp [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 From the snake joint and big bodies |
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