Lyrics:
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,
centipede (course)
Keep a hunnid rounds near me (of course)
Sellin' Xans to the pastor (yeah, yeah)
Whippin' Ghost like Casper (whippin' the Ghost)
Pour
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
dawg, you already know that it's classic
I'm a rock star, asteroid, face off, Castor Troy
Who the best, ask your boy, we cut it in, Pastor Troy
I'm
Thatta boy, an addict you should avoid
Cause I'm manic like Pastor Troy
Rap deploy, I'll take your face off like Castor Troy
I'm castor oil, don't make DAK
save your head yeah for later/ you swimming in a swamp with deadly alligators
Chorus
Yo we puttin in this work/ we put 'em in the dirt/ the pastor still
me how to spend it
(yeah) , I work hard for it (Work hard)
My relationship with God got me
Richer than my pastors (Pastors)
Niggas be bringin' up
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
the nigga skate (yeah)
Head above the water, had to find my way (yeah)
Bumpin' Pastor Troy "Vica Versa" like it's T.D. Jakes
Same niggas in your face
of damn shame
And yous a damn lame thankin that my fo don't ride
So Paul will work them all y'all to the east side
[Hook]
[Pastor Troy]
Last but not least
speak in tongues like the pastor
I'ma yell my testimony from a limousine
Not living all my life by the green
Yeah I've been that guy since I was a poor
He meant to hit Preme
Shot up the nigga Rover over by the Coliseum
I remember laying up fucked
Up in the hospital troy and Bags would visit
Troy had
Pastor:
Hey siter Bettie, sister Clara
And who is this? You new here, ain't you brother?
Willie D:
Yep
Pastor:
Well welcome to Mount Paid in
[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,
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,
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
closed doors
No more, open sores
With the lights low
Music in my ears
Changed within the years
Man Troy you're a weird one
Fine by me, everybody copes
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
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
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
(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
I am not the one, but I'm the one
Troy Ave, New York City, Brooklyn, uh!
I know this Lil' chick who reminds me of myself
As far as being a hustler,
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
Yeah, yeah, uh
It's a long line, it's a wait
Asked me, could he take me on a date
I said, "Nigga, nah, never, nay"
I'm not in the room, I'm in
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