Pastor Troy

Pimp shit
Yeah pimp shit, nigga
Wassup baby Ken?
Like this hea
All my niggaz mayn
A yo, all the real boss playa
A yo, this real ATL playa style
A yo, 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
The one man army, the one 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 mother fuckin hoes
The clothes, the wardrobe, the gators with matchin socks
Bad ass bitch that kind of favors Goldielox
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 potnah 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 Phillies 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

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
now
it's on now

when he comes
no where to run
on that day,
the world gonna pay
when he comes
Verse 2.
Yea
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

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

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
?Fuck my niggaz?, I can't trust nobody
?Pussy niggaz?
Sleep 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
Only God knows, vica vers

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
?Fuck my niggaz?, I can't trust nobody
?Pussy niggaz?
Sleep 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
Only God knows, vica vers

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

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 its worst cause I'mma hunt you baby
'Til his whole world is cursed
Ain't no re
, 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]
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]
Venom, all I spit is venom, a cobra
Flinch my teeth 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 ta busting out in public, gives a fuck who I hurt
Them hits was weak for the 2 triple O
Bitch 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
Your debt is bitten, I want undivided attention
You say you pimping, I send my niggaz for the lynching
Drenching your blood, God forgive 'em but we have sinned
Them Georgia boys, when we come we come like men
Fresh out of pen, I'm standing dead off in da' blaze
With a fifth of remy pulling the pin out my grenade
(Get paid!)

[Chorus]

[2X] I come from tha city that deh' don't play by rules
I come from the city tha deh' ride on fucking fools

[4X] A this tha city, this tha city, this tha city (Well Uh-huh)

[Pastor Troy]
Okay I come from the city, if you lame its going to be ugly
A bunch of niggaz biting my game but they can't touch me
I don't drink bubbly, I'm drinking remy out the bottle
Bout 5 Benz follow, my city is off the throttle
I heard you hard, heard you the one that crunk the style
Don't drop your card, I got the lowest in the pile
You cracking smiles, we cracking mugs selling drugs
We what hoes love, ATL fucking thugs
Its real boy, you know the his-tory
Mac 10's popping high ca-pa-city
My whole team praying that you make some noise
So we can introduce you to them big boys, yeah
I got killers doing time as I speak to you
Then some mo' in the streets right next to you
And fore you can say Troy it wasn't me cuz
I'ma hit you wit the whole 63 cuz
You see a bitch slap a bitch oh' really
See you a fucking joker and I'm not fucking tickled
When blood trickle, that's me up out the F-350
Ya feet best of be kicking ya 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]

[2X] I come from tha city that deh' don't play by rules
I come from the city tha deh' ride a fucking fool

[13X to fade] Well this tha city, this tha city, this tha city

[Timbaland]
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

[Chorus: Timbaland]
Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it coming, oh
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, oh
Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it coming, oh
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, oh
Tell 'em it's on, V-A, G-A
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, yo
Tell 'em it's on, yo, say what, say what
Tell 'em it's on

[Pastor Troy]
I'm the ?, the A-T-L with the flow
Keep it coming, got the A-K under the doe
Why you runnin' talkin' mad but you ain't mad
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 ?
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
I'm 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 nothing on lock
So make a nigga set your clock, it's P-T

[Chorus]

[Pastor Troy]
? I'm a tell 'em it's on
Talkin' shit like them gangsta, sweet-as cologne
I roll on in the ? 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 want to 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
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-be

[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 don't think that they can contain
SADDAM HUSSEIN

and though they wanna take my life from me
I don't think them muthaf**kas 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 mothaf**ka 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 mothaf**ka I shot
16 nigga?head count'll 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 don't wanna f**k with me Saddam

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Slide off in my six nigga
I don't 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 ain't 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 mothaf**kin dues
I do it for the blues I do it for the bloods
F**k the feds and f**k the judge
Im about to drop a bomb nigga
Watch out for saddam nigga

[Chorus]

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: <Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda (in background)
I'm the realist bitch
I'm mo' realer than reality
Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty
<Repeat 4X>

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

Chorus: (Repeat 4X)

Yea Yea Yall Kno Wut Time It Is Baby Dis Ya Boy Pt Crusier Ayo And Dis Joint Right Here Called Police Can't Break It Up Yall Kno How It Get In Da Club Police Can't Break It Up Security Can't Break It Up Can't Nobody Break It Up Until We Fuck Dem Niggaz Up

[Verse 1:]
Im Commin At Ya Harder Commin Harder Than Eva Doin Dis One Fa Dis Cheese Doin Dis One Fa Da Cheddar Yea Mozzarella Fettucini Pull Up In Da Bounce In My Lamborghini I Juss Bout Me A Lam I Drive It Lik A Ram No Id I Dont Giv A Damn Hood Full Of Bam Trunk Fall Of Motor Its Pt Fuck Pullin Over Then I Got Deez Suckaz I Gotta Deal Wit Catch Deez Hoes At Dey Shows Bout Some Muthafuckin Shit Its Pt Pop Dat Shit Now Its P Troy Nigga Pop Dat Shit Now

[Hook: x4]
Police Can't Break It Up
Can't No Bouncers Break It Up
Can't Nobody Break It Up Until We Fuck Dem Niggaz Up

[Verse 2:]
Can't Nobody Break It Up Hit Da Club Get And Buck Let Dem Little Boys Kno Im Da Dirty South Hoe First To Come Da Last To Leave Ridin A Drop Top From Robbery Mo Cheese Than Cheddar Bitch Mozzzarella And Me And My Niggaz R Da Fuckin Good Sellers And When We Catch Yo Ass Keep Poppin Put U In Da Trunk Lik I Done Been Shoppin Im Robbin Im Jackin Wuts Shakin Wuts Happenin U Grindin U Shinin U Totin U Packin Im Packin To Bust Yo Vest Wide Open Boo Boo Boo Boo And Keep On Smokin Shark In Da Water Lookin Fa Da Prey Atlanta Ocean Strapped Wit Da K Great White Shark U A Goldfish Nigga And Im Gon Getcha

[Hook: x4]

[Verse 3:]
Can't Nobdy Break It Up Im In Da Club But As Fuck First U Seen Dis Nigga Last Time U Gon See Dis Nigga Dsgb In Da Bac Wit Me 100 Round Clip 2 2 3 Pop Pop Pop And Its On Run Out Clip Drop And Im Gon Fire Up My V 12 Shakin Up My Dreadlocks Goone Squad Behind Me Ridin In A&nbsp;????? Pussy Nigga It Dont Stop And It Dont Quit Keep On Talkin Shit We Gon G Ya Lik A Bitch Pt Is Up Fuck Niggaz Down Gotta Red Nose Fa All Of Yall Clowns Around Here U Gon Watch Yo Fuckin Mouth Da Dirty Yea Dirty Da South U Kno Who It Is U Kno Who I Am U Kno Wut Da Biz U Kno Who My Fam My Killaz Is Tired And Im Gettin Tired And We Won't Quit Until Dat Grill We Ride Ya Hoe

[Hgook x4]

I was that cool motherfucker
but living in the world of these cruel motherfuckers
society they made me a fool motherfucker
and sixteen shots leaving the pussies taking cover
huh I'm sorry mother motherfuckers just ain't like me
the fucking braid buy twenty one is so likely
a million letters from the penn is writing me
fuck the system the DEA sellin all the damn yay
so I pray them fuckers die
and when they leave let them pussy motherfuckers fry
and make they families eternally have to cry and
crucify me and label me the n ride I testify I'm ready

Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [repeat 4X]

Statistics said I wouldn't live to see the grey in my head
there is to much drama in theses streets to much he and she said
wont let the feds red said they want no dust in my tomb
so I keep my eyes red and I stay in my room
I'm prayin soon that my income cause income is halted
if you got then I got it but anyone can talk it
now tossed so simply this is universal this shit is the real deal
try to feel the commercial america tell me where is the freedom of liberty
this place ain't meant for me so I got a quarter key
and move it like ryder trucks
those crackers are already stuck a path
for my niggaz because my niggaz ain't give a fuck
bout nothin they had to say we always going to rule the GA
your games is what we can play and lucifer better pray
that I do not do what was planned to do yesterday
I sware to god in Georgia

Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [repeat 4X]

This is for my folks in Cuba
This is for my folks in Jamaica
This is for my folks in Africa, we ready

Them crackers had me fucked up I scooped a job for a min
but couldn't deal with the pay I quit that shit in a day
back on the grind servin my yay nothing to say
but I tried I'm told there is a better way but who going to pull me inside?
they in they ride disappointed because I had bad luck
I ain't ever goin to sell this shit my nigga I'm stuck
my people roll they window up and then they hit and they locked
its fucked up but thats the way it is down here on the block
maan everyone servin some rocks if not some rocks some weed
everybody's trapped high I cant afford the heat its kinda neat
how they just creep and kick the door off the hinge
and when theses motherfuckers leave they taking all of my friend
no way to win cause we are in for the ride of our lives
when I was writing this shit I had to wipe my eye
cause this is chaos they after us we will never succede
cause we some ignorant niggaz but all we need is to see I guarantee
if we stop competition get our children off these fucking streets
and get some Qu'ran I'm just speaking shit who am I to tell anyone
I'm telling ya there ain't nothing new up under the sun
you got your gun well fuck ya gun
if you goin run when they chase ya
why don't you do some that crazy shit slap that bitch in the face
now or later we going to have to stand up and fight
we pay the taxes in this bitch nigga use your rights
now I know I ain't right but ill be damned if I'm wrong
they say two wrongs don't make a right
but damn its making me strong and when I'm gone
I hope this song rang in your heart
my nigga ain't no better time then right now to start

Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [echoes]
[repeat 4X]

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
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
-acap

[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
Cuz 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 throne, 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 cuz 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 cuz, 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!)

Now shit's real

[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: repeat 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: repeat 8X]
I'm bout to move to Mars y'all
The world a mess

[Verse 3]
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: repeat until fade]
I'm bout to move to Mars y'all
The world a mess

Yeah! Aye yo, this ya boy PT right
And on this joint right here, for all them niggaz
Comin to shows, to crank that thang up
Yall already know what time it is

It, is, a-bout to go down!

[Verse 1]
Them niggaz came to the club just to fight
(Just to fight)
I'm chillin in the V.I.P right
(P right)
All I see is a nigga gettin buck
(Gettin buck)
Security bout to snatch his ass up
(Ass up)
Oh shit, now them hoes bout scrap
(Bout to scrap)
Oh shit, now a bitch done got slapped
(Got slapped)
Somebody need to call the police
(The police)
These niggaz don't want no peace
(No peace)
If a nigga hit me it's on
(It's on)
Got damn man shoulda stayed home
(Stayed home)
I'mma slap me a nigga wit the Cris
(Wit the Cris)
If it keep carryin on like this
(Like this)
Uh-oh they done got on the bar
(On the bar)
Get me to my motherfuckin car
(To the car)
It's been waitin to erupt all night
(All night)
Them niggaz came to the club just to fight
(Just to fight)

[Chorus] 2x
Them niggaz came to the club just to fight
(Just to fight)
Them niggaz 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)

It, is, a-bout to go down!

[Verse 2]
Still got me in the club
(In the club)
I can't help it man damn I'm a thug
(I'm a thug)
Uh-oh there go another chair
(Another chair)
I'm over here (I'm over here)
You over where? (You over where?)
Uh-oh lil shawty got a blade
(Got a blade)
Take me to the motherfuckin stage
(To the stage)
Lil buddy in the corner need help
(Need help)
Don't come to the club by ya self
(By ya self)
Oh shit somebody done got hit
(Got hit)
Uh-oh now he back wit his clique
(Wit his clique)
Got damn now they shootin outside
(Outside)
Yea baby I'll let you get a ride
(Get a ride)
I'mma make sure you make it home safe
(Home safe)
Matter fact we can stay at my place
(My place)
It's been waitin to erupt all night
(All night)
Them niggaz came to the club just to fight!

Chorus 4x

Yeah!

Yeah! Aye yo, this ya boy PT right
And on this joint right here, for all them niggaz
Comin to shows, to crank that thang up
Yall already know what time it is

It, is, a-bout to go down!

[Verse 1]
Them niggaz came to the club just to fight
(Just to fight)
I'm chillin in the V.I.P right
(P right)
All I see is a nigga gettin buck
(Gettin buck)
Security bout to snatch his ass up
(Ass up)
Oh shit, now them hoes bout scrap
(Bout to scrap)
Oh shit, now a bitch done got slapped
(Got slapped)
Somebody need to call the police
(The police)
These niggaz don't want no peace
(No peace)
If a nigga hit me it's on
(It's on)
Got damn man shoulda stayed home
(Stayed home)
I'mma slap me a nigga wit the Cris
(Wit the Cris)
If it keep carryin on like this
(Like this)
Uh-oh they done got on the bar
(On the bar)
Get me to my motherfuckin car
(To the car)
It's been waitin to erupt all night
(All night)
Them niggaz came to the club just to fight
(Just to fight)

[Chorus] 2x
Them niggaz came to the club just to fight
(Just to fight)
Them niggaz 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)

It, is, a-bout to go down!

[Verse 2]
Still got me in the club
(In the club)
I can't help it man damn I'm a thug
(I'm a thug)
Uh-oh there go another chair
(Another chair)
I'm over here (I'm over here)
You over where? (You over where?)
Uh-oh lil shawty got a blade
(Got a blade)
Take me to the motherfuckin stage
(To the stage)
Lil buddy in the corner need help
(Need help)
Don't come to the club by ya self
(By ya self)
Oh shit somebody done got hit
(Got hit)
Uh-oh now he back wit his clique
(Wit his clique)
Got damn now they shootin outside
(Outside)
Yea baby I'll let you get a ride
(Get a ride)
I'mma make sure you make it home safe
(Home safe)
Matter fact we can stay at my place
(My place)
It's been waitin to erupt all night
(All night)
Them niggaz came to the club just to fight!

Chorus 4x

Yeah!

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

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)

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

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

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

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

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

If they kill me
They best to be ready to move
3x

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'ma bury ya
The mo' the merrier
I pray you out with your niggas
They can carry ya
Pit bull terrier, fightin' the Pekinese
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 cacilac
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

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

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

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!

[Hook x1: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get some crunk in yo system (They ain't seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkin)
Get some crunk in yo system (Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas could nevah see me)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!)

[Dirty Mouth]
I can feel it, ya hater's dont like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection
Gun's for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson
Cause they dont say B.S'n, Im good with my weapon
Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it
I'm looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I'm a monster
But it's too late cause I done signed for, a hundred or something
Ain't nothing I'm ruthless, still producing
Cut me a check or you'll find yo self toothless
I'm Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no confusing
Niggas say I'm trill
They aint hard I can prove it.........yeaaaah

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose
Niggas gettin bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose
Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came
Iits the same shit in the club, niggas fightin man.
Throwin bows and breaking chairs, niggas pullin hoes hair.
Runnin through the club with they click cause they don't care
Screamin out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride
If you think I'm lyin then you pussy niggas bet not try
I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game ho
Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.
I'ma pull yo card, for actin hard, down the boulevard nigga. (cmon)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my fuckin shirt, I'm reppin to the dirt
I'm reppin to the grave, I'm reppin for the A
I'm ridin 21, on my Impala son
I'm smokin big dro, I'm with the red ho.
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door
Off the hinges, I'm relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)
Amen , I works hard for the south
These niggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these bitches bustin out they bras
Just so they can show they titties to a star.
Baby my doors ajar, the passenger too
I'm ready to ride, so whats up boo? (yeaaah)
Keepin it real,
Keepin it trill
Reppin the ville,
I sho will

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

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