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I don't think that any pastors practice what they preach
'Cause they recite the same old words
A thousand times a week
And my pastor loves to tell me

like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers
That cause the ruckus, then I fix a few snitches, bla-dow! 
Plus my style cock like new bitches
I roll with

Like a rat on a stand Troy ave I flow quicker
You flex your re up money you still broke nigga
Danger like crossbones
Go hard like the floors of some

Lick the P*ssy

The Beatnuts

Street Level

1994

freak could lick you up and down better
Even if his tongue was silk, he couldn't get you wetter
Find space on my face, give me all that you got
So I

a right to just be
Just like every single flower's got a right to blume
Every single soul's got a right to deplume all the negativity that's in their lives

Ain't No Sunshine

Pastor Troy

We Ready - I Declare War

1999

the murder
I asked her calmly where the fuck is my shit
"Troy that's all I had"
What the fuck you mean bitch
It should have been six empty bullets and my ruger

HB in this bitch with Pastor you know that we ready
Turnt up in this bitch act up and this shit can get messy
Models looking like track stars they

Sounds like a job for the doom guy
This nigga actin tough
Tall red guy with the green eyes
All red no red dye
No cry like
Don't confuse me with a pastor
I

I confessed to my pastor
Trying to run the world yet they still think I’m just a rapper
Y’all been talking like I’m the student but I’m the Master
I

Intro

Sheek Louch

After Taxes

2005

with a name like Cook
Niggaz say, that he ain't, but ain't I good?
Got the whole fuckin industry shook; matter fact the streets
Cause all the killers

Intro

Fat Joe

Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.)

2001

with a name like Cook
Niggaz say, that he ain't, but ain't I good?
Got the whole fuckin industry shook; matter fact the streets
Cause all the killers

gorgeous every morning time
The type that holds the door when you walk by
Only type of guy your momma likes 
OH!

I'm that type of guy that gets lost at sea

all ooo's to the ozone layer
I'm poor such a poor thang
Shh my phone When I hear that rang ha
Hold up hold up hold up okay
Uh haha you got me
T-Roy

They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.)

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

Bust It, Vol. 1

1995

This song we dedicate
To the one and only
Never be another
He was my brother
Trouble T-Roy
It's like that y'all
And you don't stop
Pete Rock

They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.)

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

Maximum R&B

1997

This song we dedicate
To the one and only
Never be another
He was my brother
Trouble T-Roy
It's like that y'all
And you don't stop
Pete Rock

Jehova
Take a step back like whoa bruh
I just got dizzy
Black nails can you pass that fizzy
What has gotten into me
Judas Kissed my enemy
That means he

pastor
You pussy ass trappers should pray to your pastor
Pussy ass niggas ain't getting no money
I hit the trap and I get this bitch jumping
Finessing

I'm Kanye with the cameras
I hold the stage for ransom
I turn the crowd to dancers
Rude-off that boy like Prancer
Got the bag like Santa
Man I'm just

(Hook)
E just lost his grandaddy I can't tell he ain't happy
We don't talk much but I been praying for him like a damn pastor
Always love on this end

Cook it like Anita
All of my senoritas know bells like a teacher
Nigga, ricky that pussy
Come and I bless it like a preacher
(I disappear) i got

dressed in all black like a dark specter
If we bang in the park then I'm gone protect ya
Burn bridges dig ditches
That's all that i know
For anyone crossin'

advance
if it won't be the fairest of them all
I'm sorry if the perfect curve on my face won't show
I had a conversation with my pastor today
Well, he's

laced by Troy
Fuck with Nore then you know
That you some dumb boy
Me and Clipse got clips for
Ya'll faggots and boys what!

I blaze bombs, nowadays it's

for the doom guy
This nigga actin tough
Tall red guy with the green eyes
All red no red dye
No cry like
Don’t compare me with a pastor
I am the master
I