Lyrics:
[Pastor Troy talking]
Pimp shit
Yeah pimp shit, nigga
Wassup baby Ken?
Like this hea
All my niggaz mayn
A yo, all the real boss playa
A yo,
The evil of love is so subliminal
And the love of evil is so sinister
This damn nation is ran by sinners still
Middle finger to ya' pastor and ya' minister
match my green.
Killer, Pastor, and Koopa are the master machine.
[Chorus]
[Pastor Troy]
Y'all know me, it's P.T.
Well I un huh and all of that,
[Chorus]
It's bout to go down (15x)
[Pastor Troy]
Yeah
Ay yo, this ya boy PT baby
Ay y'all man it's 2004 man, it's the new year, y'all know what
niggas will abandon your vision
And say don't give me that old time religion
I'm sick and tired of my homies getting killed
And the pastor's saying that
Pastor Troy:
A sad day for da rap game im about to tell em my name(Pastor!!!!!)
a.k.a they call me megatron da cepracon i flip into a gun and burn
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
got no expiration but I'm just to cool to beef
Don't bring it round my gang or family, you'll be my doggie treat
Spitting and shit, I'm Pastor B, do it
Young Nino come through shining
400 for the free throw
You don't wanna fight the boy
I got too many hands for you pastor Troy
What's the haps nigga
(HOOK)
I see people dying everyday what's happening?
The pastor told me that the world is fucking ending
Got my niggas coughing and sneezing they
don't never come fake
I'm 'bout to hit Dove Way, just past Troy's
I'm dippin' by myself, I'm 'bout to call up my boys
I pass up the corner I see some
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
gone do
I represent BulletProof
And I been down since '92
Y'all don't know what I done been thru
[Hook: Male singer]
Look what I'm going thru [16x]
Ahhhhhh it feels so good to be at the top-you should try it sometime
I'm bout to come down and speak to y'all for a few minutes
Then I gotta head
don't never come fake
I'm 'bout to hit Dove Way, just past Troy's
I'm dippin' by myself, I'm 'bout to call up my boys
I pass up the corner I see some
down if I'm lying
I miss my pops all I got is lonely tear drops
And memories of him teaching me to
Hurt people with my bare hands
And how to shoot people
the flame
They careers down the hill I'm boarding the plane
Truth is light, I son these lames
Niggas won't get away with my name
Troy Ave is hot they
pocket, around my waist, I feel like Pastor Troy
I put some shit together outside my lot, it look like Parts Galore
All my niggas will fight, they in that
naimless, to some, I'm Troy Davis, but none of that matters in comparison to my changes, I'm making,
Daily, shaping, a future, where all the haters
crunk, hydro
Shit, give me a leaf,fuck swisher sweet
Your Louisi-Anna, I'm Texas Pete
Fuck obsolete, nigga too discrete
Sit back and pastor when
the birds
And felt stimulated
Step aside from harsh words insinuated
Or else let your mental temple
Be infiltrated by instigators
I’m a beast with the beats
to be controlled
Enjoy my show
I'm in my zone
I'm not gon stop
I say what I want
Because I know it ain't no lie
I just can't be phony
Baby no it ain't my
nigga'd probably drown
Big Oomp got my back, Pastor Troy got my back
And you know, Ludacris got my fucking back
Asking 'bout my whole team, he know I roll
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
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