Lyrics:
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Okay the coldest ever is in the house
I'm takin these niggas out one by one (Fuck em) without a doubt
shorty rush a nigga
If you's a hustla cop, some weights and build yo muscles, nigga
If you's a killa then go and leave 'em bloody nigga
And we some playas,
red bottoms got niggas that do it bread
Got niggas that do it for cred
Have my money by friday we can do it like craig have ya bitch on a bed
She gon
corner
Eyes red smoking on that fucking marijuana
Somebody dead, looking mean
Where my niggas at?
Pastor Troy then I'm blazin' with that Infra-tech
I'm
Let's go, let's go
Yeah! (yo, yo)
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz
(Ayo), OK, (ayo), Pastor Troy (come on) Yeah!
(D-S-G-B, come on),
Paranoid
Watching all my mirrors like
Castor troy
Want money like master
P
But I'm ready for war like
Pastor troy
Pray hard on my down
Fall
I prey
too crazy
Way too wavy for your sandcastle
Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement
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,
[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]
If this is space age pimping
Then I'ma work for NASA
Coming up with tight ass shit
Cause this the Pastor
Creep up on 'em wit
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
I've never been
She is my heroine, get me high like heroin, love
Forgive me for my sins
I just keep giving in
To what I call fatal love
Caught up by
Too $hort:
If your a real hustler your sure to get rich.
[Chorus]
This is for the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas, oh
This is for
ba-by
See I got my mind right, I'm a stay on the grind
I'm a put my work in
Get in where I fit in (Cause I hustle!)
Seven days of the week (I hustle!)
ba-by
See I got my mind right, I'm a stay on the grind
I'm a put my work in
Get in where I fit in (Cause I hustle!)
Seven days of the week (I hustle!)
to keep the shit raw
Rich stay rich and the poor take off
My nigga, it's the '99
Niggas is out here dyin' getttin' down for they crime
Crime suspect
way
I’m on my hustla shit and not no fake love shit, no
Cause we not on the same page
I was really trying to fuck with you but you showing me a side
Verse 1
Pastor Troy:
Dear Pac I know you dont know me but its yo boi Pastor Troy
Georgia Boi
Im writen you today cause Im sick of dis
dis
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
Raise Me a soldier
Artist:PASTOR TROY
CD:UNIVERSIAL SOLDIER
Song Title:Raise me a soldier Track number ten
Talking before the Song:
I can't wait
man
I'm use to having thangs
But cause I'm down for whatever
Cause T-Mac show no luv
2 gats on my side
Cause this whole world dying
[Pastor
Too $hort:
If your a real hustler your sure to get rich.
[Chorus]
This is for the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas, oh
This is for
up from the bottom
Hey
Diary of a Hustla
Remember nights with no supper
No
Made it out from the struggle
Catching flights for the summer
Cause I
on
[Pastor Troy]
No apologies, I don't need it
Written lyrics, homeboy, and read it, read it
I got the big, buggle up and down
This for all y'all monkey ass
that southern cash is mean.
Franklins frown for me when I stash my cream.
Pull up in candy paint that match my green.
Killer, Pastor, and Koopa are
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