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[Verse 1: Pastor Troy] I'm in my big body Benz, Shoot a bird at them coppers, Riding with 4 of my friends While blowing smoke in the wind Up out
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,
stand a mane actin like I don't know,
Yeah!!!, There's been a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ni**a, where my motherfu**in offerin?
Yeah!!!, It's a whole
dead from his shock
Punch a kid and break his toy
Rob that pussy take his sock
You a bitch yeah you troy
Snap his jaw yeah it gon lock
Jesus love you but
I go
[Pastor Troy]
The underground puttin it down fo 5 years
the blood, the sweat, the motherfuckin tears
I'm livin the life of a young drug lord
to trip
But I made up with no style while I bought me some kicks
So if you want the drama holler at ya boy
[Kanye West]
Original rude boy like Pastor Troy
[Pastor Troy]
We-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)
we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)
we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)
[Verse
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,
Now let's pray lord have mercy, help 'em God
Pastor Troy baby, and I'm- coming hard
Had to sit back, and see the big picture
Probably in the back seat,
Troy]
Welcome to the New World Order.
Atlanta, Georgia.
[Chamillionaire]
Houston, Texas, he already know.
[Pastor Troy]
The south is takin over.
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
Pastor Troy:
KD had called and gave me the word
Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
From the islands
As soon as K told me
huh)
Drop it like a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by myself (well uh huh)
Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else
[Pastor Troy:]
Okay baby, you
Mmmmmm
Finesse
The Underdoggg
I got Troy in my blood, 518 in my veins
From the city of fake love, in the air you feel the hate
I got snaked out by my
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
a good time for the hook here we go
The pastor's daughters getting fucked
The pastor's daughters getting fucked
The pastor's daughters getting fucked
Yeah
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
time dope game cocaine.." > Scarface
"Boy don't test me I'm gettin tired of teachin lessons.." > Scarface
[Lil' Troy]
Lil' Troy
me when I walk cuz I'm dripping in sauce
Get money, work hard that's what I was taught
What's up big mouth?
What's up big talk?
Pastor Troy 98 whatever
BKGO Production
DJ Mike Tate, Freddy D, MC Assault an' BKGO
We doin' this shit wit Lil' Flip, Baby D, Killa Mike, Pastor Troy
You know it's goin'
Pastor Troy CD Brother
We ready
What you talking about
Ain't no more Playin's
Yeah
This is what the fuck you see
What you talking about
Ain't no more
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
Nigga, I'ma up the score
Every day, fuck different hoes, switch a bitch up every show
Treat a bitch like Pastor Troy, but, baby, I ain't your average
(Intro)
For the hustlas, for the hustlas
For my hustlas, for my hustlas
[Pastor Troy talking]
Yeah
Aiyo, this your boy P.T. right
This for all
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