Lyrics:
(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
gotta eat
Just make my meal complete, a leg or a feet
And I'm gone eat you up cause I don't give a fuck
The Last Supper
[Hook: Pastor Troy]
The last
Come on
D.S.G.B ya'll know what time it is
Ga ya'll know what time it is,
Pastor Troy for President for 2000,
I'm ready
I'm ready
I made up
the Gz, and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz
How many hoes in your motherfuckin' group
Wanna take a ride in my 7-8
the Gz, and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz
How many hoes in your motherfuckin' group
Wanna take a ride in my 7-8
for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz
I come creepin' through the fog with my saggin' deuce
East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8
hate it when it's gone
Can't settle for no dirt, I need it in its purest form to perform
I'm searching for my hustla
And in return shawty I can be your
ya'
and see you on holdddddd until you make her
[Pastor Troy]
you should give up now for talkin' shit like that
but then you noting, you garbage you
[Pastor Troy talking]
Down South Georgia Girls I love y'all
Pastor Troy representing for them Down South Georgia Girls
Y'all know what it is,
[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
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
takin' over, I see you tremblin'
We keep 'em bouncin', what?
Ain't nuthin' changed nigga, what?
This for my soldiers, hustlas, killas, gorillas
Yes
some heads
I'ma throw it up bitch and I ain't scared
Pastor Troy mother fucker
You know the routine
Represent for the home team
Throw it up
Chorus:
cGcB
Ghostbusters can suck the D
Time for a possession you can trust from me
It's a busta suicide via puppetry
[Most hustlas don't fuck with
some heads
I'ma throw it up bitch and I ain't scared
Pastor Troy mother fucker
You know the routine
Represent for the home team
Throw it up
Ain't nuthin' changed nigga, what?
This for my soldiers, hustlas, killas, gorillas
Yes
On da fuck, nigga
Surely it don't get no reala
Don't know my
the blink?
OT trips with a brick tellin' my brother
"Watch my crib i'ma be
Gone for some weeks" cassidy The Hustla
That's only known on a beat
You think we
[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
but fuck it
Creep up on them pussy niggaz hit the lights and the button
Don't you love it shit Pastor Troy DSGB
I represent it with my nigga from
some heads
I'ma throw it up bitch and I ain't scared
Pastor Troy mother fucker
You know the routine
Represent for the home team
Throw it up
even lay eggs but
You gotta do what pastor said, cause
He anointed by the lord, I ain't never read the book
I don't know what it says
See that's how my
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
me sick
While y'all be shooting for attention, I be shooting to hit
And who I'm with don't matter, cause I'm gone handle my own
Got them DOWN SOUTH
(well, uh-huh)
We aint scared of you nigga (well, uh-huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)
[Pastor Troy]
Yeah, y'all already know what time it
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