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Ha Ha Haa Ha Ha Ha HA Ha Ha Ha
Come on cuz, we almost there We almost there cuz Goddamn, where the finish line? (what)(11x) Fuck this shit, I need some cheese And I need it quicker than 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 villain , 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 its 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 (7x) 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 in the mood for cocaine The only thing I see when a nigga look Come and get the baking soda, let me split the powder open then I got this dope when the shit cook What it took for me to really understand 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. two years was that far away I never would have had a chance and would have killed Pastor Troy 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 whats 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 pounds tune out my damn sight Look, why the fuck I was packed so tight Nigga I ain't Mike I'm Micah Think I'm in the wrong spot Not only do I have on black, its 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 going straight through 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 everyday shit I can't tell Went from dwellin' in hell on earth, now I'm living inhaling hell |
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this tha city
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from Pastor Troy - Face Off (2001)
[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 |
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[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 |
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from Pastor Troy - Face Off (2001)
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] |
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from Pastor Troy - Face Off (2001)
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) |
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from Pastor Troy - Face Off (2001)
[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 |
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[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 |
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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 CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS 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 |
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from Xxx (트리플 X) by Randy Edelman [ost] (2002)
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 *(Oooooooh) Baby what' your name? (Oooooooh) Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans? (Hell naw ooooooh) I heard you was from Atlanta (Oooooooh) But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?! (Oooooooh hell yea, yeah yeah yea) (Oooooooh she won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight) Yeah, Friday night (yeah), yeah, ballin' homes (yeah) Got a n*gga smellin' fresh as a rose Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (yes y'all) There's a knife, and this is the life Pastor, ya tell me how ya love that? Let a n*gga 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 n*gga 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? *Repeat Off the chain, damn, damn boo Where ya been all my lifetime? Let me fuck ya 憈ill 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, show biz Saturday morn' (damn) damn I'm weak Knew wassup when you came to the room Talkin' about getting' some free chee-ba! The truth, shorty got loose Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute *Repeat 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 it, you, dealin' wit the realest Fuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh) Hennessy and the condoms, 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 |
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from Pastor Troy - Universal Soldier (2002)
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' 'Cuz we ain't stoppin' |
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from Pastor Troy - Universal Soldier (2002)
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 Oooooooh Baby what's your name? Oooooooh Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans? Hell naw!) Oooooooh I heard you was from Atlanta Oooooooh But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?! Oooooooh She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight [ - Pastor Troy] 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!) Sharp as a knife, and this is the life Pastorrr, ya tell 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, twerkin wit I ammm low-key You don't wanna leave? (c'mon baby) You don't wanna go back to the suite (c'mon) Let you caress my feet, huh Now what you wanna know? Off the chain! Damn! Damn boo Where ya been all my lifetime? Let me fuck ya 'til 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, show biz Saturday morn' (damn!) damn I'm weak Knew whassup when you came to the room Talkin about gettin some sleep She's the, the-truth, shorty got loose Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute [ ] [ - Ms. Jade] 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 it; you, dealin wit the realest Fuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh) Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindin It's all about the timin; I, really like "Vice Versa" But, tonight's much worser, 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 confessin how money make you undress And so tell me |
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from Pastor Troy - Universal Soldier (2002)
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 AmericaAmerica, 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 aint 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, its 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 |
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from Pastor Troy - Universal Soldier (2002)
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 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 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 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 |
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from Pastor Troy - Universal Soldier (2002)
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. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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! |
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from Pastor Troy - Universal Soldier (2002)
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 |
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from Pastor Troy - Universal Soldier (2002)
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 |
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from Pastor Troy - Universal Soldier (2002)
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 |
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from Pastor Troy - Universal Soldier (2002)
[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 |
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from Pastor Troy - Universal Soldier (2002)
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 |
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from Pastor Troy - Universal Soldier (2002)
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 CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS 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 |
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from Pastor Troy - Universal Soldier (2002)
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 |
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from Pastor Troy - Universal Soldier (2002)
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 |
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from Lil' Scrappy - The King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil' Scrappy & Trillville (2004)
[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)] [Hook x2] |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
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! |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
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! |
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from Pastor Troy - Stay Tru (2006)
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 [Chorus] |
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from Pastor Troy - Stay Tru (2006)
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 ????? 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] |
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from Pastor Troy - Tool Muziq (2007)
[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] |
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