Lyrics:
time dope game cocaine.." > Scarface
"Boy don't test me I'm gettin tired of teachin lessons.." > Scarface
[Lil' Troy]
Lil' Troy
on to something better my spirit just wonder
Is it something in this life that we here to discover
In my city limits I'm a pioneer and a hustla
When it rains it
Chorus
Break it down slow, Take it down ohh
Said I?m a hustla by any means boy I don?t play
If they don?t give me what I wants I goes the other way
Machine, "Hello."
Rick Rock, "Rick Rock."
Machine, "Has a message for:"
Rick Rock, The Bay Area
Machine, "To accept the message press 1"
Ugh,
Two strikes on my record and a scared mind
[master p]
So I'm crazy, drive by miss daisy
Sellin' dope to all these motherfuckers and killin' babies
I
me funny
Oomp Camp in dis bitch
Where the fuck is the money
My Pastor told me forever represent for my team
Make them niggas come clean or bust
Y'all know what time it's
Your boy Pastor Troy going up
What it is Nick?
It's for all my niggas gettin that money
I'm a money junkie, nigga
I'm
money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how
my Dad so I got it like that
Got it like that! Genius Level Talent
Ain’t no Bricks In My Backpack when I’m out on Troy Ave
Except ‘bricks’ for these
(*talking*)
This for my niggas, 9th Ward bound
Cross the canal, and the CTC
I'm still thuggin' nigga, ha-ha
Ya heard me
[Magic]
Ain't nothing
Go getters
And the hustlers
This is for my and gangsters
And the strippers they gone love us
Never was a square winner circle
That's because us
Troy
Uh, Stick em, ha ha ha, stick em
Fuck them pussy niggas and who ever wit em
All I say is sic em
And there go my boys
D-S-G-B, Pastor damn Troy
thinking)
That nigga diss me shit go way wrong
(Oh my god)
That's what mean by this bonfire
This 808 it go for long hrs
Don't affiliate with you non powers
Just chasing after money
Running at my own pace
(Own pace)
Ima Real hustla nigga
You can go an
Ask my momma
(My momma)
Needa half a mill
By tha end
on and I'm home
Get the Patron and tell them that it's on
Ayyo, they wanna be like me
Recreate my flow, imitate my flow
The relate my flow by while they try
predator and fight on
That's why I kill 'em whenever I turn my mic on
I'm like Achilles in Troy not Agamemnon
I spit venom I can kill 'em with no weapon
Oh I
smoking blunts with my niggaz, I'm pullin' triggers for cash
Promoters comin' up short we put that heat on they ass
'Cause when that shot gun blast, it
scar on your face,
But when the 5 clap, you ain't gone survive that!
Oh, you ruthless? the record I'm a hustla stupid,
Cause jay made more off
can't judge a
Book by it's cover
That's why I put together the
Diary of a Hustla
I've been in this game for years
But I'm feeling better than ever
I'm in
Bands On The Way
Mr. Foster & Pastor Troy
King Moe (Hook):
I got some bands on the way lil baby
The way your booty keep shaking
Booty keep shaking
Daddy's side
Original blood line
Ain't no lacking for chief
Bitches got questions
And I got answers
I'm taxing fa the D
Pastor Troy we ready both sides
Nah
I ain't been havin' sex
Uh, uh, they want braggin' rights, I don't need no help
I keep my game tight, I stay down, run it up by myself
I'm
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for
finna reach it
I'm a rapper for a reason, what I think, I'm gon' speak it
You can call me Pastor Troy, might as well, cause I be preachin
Junkies jumpin
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