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[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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this tha city
fram me my nigga is the grind move to mars i'm made can you stand the game |
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[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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[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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[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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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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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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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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