Lyrics:
[Pastor Troy talking}
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
bashfull but this
Bastard's flow will bash a skull
And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Troy
And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro
And I won't,
mugged
I'm a down south cola boi
Used to sell that yoda boy
Reppin' 803 803
Till it game over boy
You never woulda thought
Woulda thought woulda thought
mugged
I'm a down south cola boi
Used to sell that yoda boy
Reppin' 803 803
Till it game over boy
You never woulda thought
Woulda thought woulda thought
he hits the mic like Mix-master
This the Battle of Troy with no Pastor
Slicker than a can of oil with no Castor
Chill in the front of the flight,
I'm the boss, that cost ain't even worth conversation
Pastor Troy, the pastor of the true congregation
Blood wasting if ya' cross me, ya' lost me
man, tell 'em
I'm still takin'
An' stealin'
An' scared to walk down your own block, man, what?
An niggas in your hood is say you soft, man
It's time
Yo yo, Bone Crusher
Ya'll know what time it is
Yeah nigga, this your boy Pastor Troy
Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll
David Banner, Mississippi
Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns in coupes, in case our
[Pastor Troy talking}
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
invest in hoe'in
But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
Clap, we ready, I'ma mastered boy like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone
Girls shakin that ass boy (Yeah)
Shakin that ass all in yo lil young face nigga
(Yall know it's on)
Them girls say, "Troy bring another
Pop That
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
like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns in coupes, in
stop me fuck that shit I wanna see
I'm a Georgia Boy fuck Pastor Troy
These pussy ass niggaz gonna feel me
Since disco they tried to get me shot me up
I pass down
Pastor don't be on that bulls**t that's a fact now
Pastor don't be on that bulls**t
Im so luh-- pastor don't be on that bulls**t
Im
Mom, I don't wanna go to school it is very boring
Every time the teacher talks I begin the snoring
How do I apply myself to something I'm ignoring?
Troy
off the bridge / slugs hit ya rib and go straight through ya head/ I’m a walkin hell raiser spittin needles pinhead/ I burn the game down blow smoke in
pulled over by Philly police
I just made a Hundred thousand to put in my piece
In what seems like a year but it was really a week
Ain't Lil Troy but I
Years later, Troy growing up fine
I'm on a mission
The Lord moved me far from that town so i'd be different
Now I look in the mirror
And yea I see my dad
The project babies gang bangin', hangin' and pistol slangin'
Pastor Troy ass ready, to killin' and stealin' just to make it
I pistol-whipped a nigga for
misbehave
Hurt by gold
Tears streaming down
Going down my bloody face
Hot spot
For empty souls
A diamond rush
Without the glow
It’s serious
I’m on my own
But
eye
Shooting jumpshot like Brent
Barry, Kyle Korver, jason Terry
And if a nigga try to take
My cash, no Pastor Troy, but we ready
Jumping out the gym
Yo, now when you hear the name Keith Murray, don't think violence
That's nonsense, me and Meth put that to silence
I'm a product of the streets,
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