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Verse 1 Pastor Troy
I heard some bitch ass niggaz had an attitude
I eat 'em up like some motherfuckin dog food
I know it sounds rude It's suppost
hope he got yo gat
you ain't sound scannin so how you got yo plaque? (nigggaa)

[Chorus: Pastor Troy]
We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga)
we
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
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
Full
God sure is good, ain't he?

Willie D:
Sure is

Pastor:
Well we gonna ask you to put all you valuables in this here cup
And pass all your other
Verse 1: Pastor Troy

These niggas asking how I choose to die
Just like a muthafucking G is my only reply
Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder slang
Crank
niggas ain't givin me that
Now he ain't thinkin 'cause I had to put a hole in his cap
Don't get it twisted by the rap homes
The way I rock homes
Stay in
don’t even mumble

I’m back to ballin’, I’m in the back full of Magnums only
Pull on the scene and I fuck your queen playing Pastor Troy
Our weed
change, change, change
(repeat)

You can be like Pastor Troy and them New Orleans boys
Everyone flossin' up in the toys
Candy coated chevy comin with
Flip, Baby D, Killa Mike, Pastor Troy
You know it's goin' down, yeah

We ain't playin'
(What they stressin' nigga?)
We ain't playin'
(What they yellin'
the new club and wine is the new bub
And lies is the new drugs
My sister the next stripper, my brother the next victim
My usher the next tricker
Satan
the new club and wine is the new bub
And lies is the new drugs
My sister the next stripper, my brother the next victim
My usher the next tricker
Satan
of sand
I called Troy Jenkins to see if he survived
My head pounding like a stone
He started reeling off things I did last night
And I cried out over
a blaze,
Take me to the motherfu**in' stage,
Lil buddy in the corner need help,
Don't come to the club by yaself,
Oh sh**t, now somebody done got kicked,
Oh
out

I feel that something's wrong
Surprise, surprise they're gone
Full moon your time goes by
And new moon's still kept our of sight
We live we
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]

Verse 1:

It was this muthafucker hi' about the got damn N.A.R.C.'s
To see how quick to get the ki in college park
I knew him from
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,
[Chorus]
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a puuuuuuuunk
So I go to my loaded tech 9 that's off in the truuuuuuuunk
I told that motherfucker
I
a pill
I'm on some dumb shit, by the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and fuck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with
a pill
I'm on some dumb shit, by the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and fuck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with
took a half of pill
I'm on some dumb shit

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and fuck 'em in my automobile
Avenue
And he's got a little dance he wants to do

He pulls up to a big night club in his UFO
Gets right in with all the folks out on the big dance floor
Pastor Troy I'm "Ridin' Big," to the club, blowin skunk
I'm Mike Jones and I'm on the rise, 80 4's pokin out of my ride
My name alone can't be denied, my
play in Dallas, tear it up, Troy Aikman
In a world of bad bitches, don't pass them by the car hating

Box of soda, red and gold (red and gold)
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