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(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
[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
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
This shit is for all the motherfuckin niggaz out there 
doin what the fuck they gotta do to feed the family

[Pastor Troy]
Hangin up out the window,
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
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
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
to
And pussy nigga I motherfuckin own you
On the radio talkin bout this and that
I stay home listen and cleanin my gat
At first they like Pastor Troy can't
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
[Pastor Troy]
Venom, all I spit is venom, a cobra
Flinch my teeth and I'ma ride till its over
I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now
Say you want pistol
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
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
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
for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz
 
I come creeping through the fog with my sagging Dukes
East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is
to the suite (c'mon)
Let you caress my feet, huh
Now what you want to know?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Pastor Troy]
Off the chain!
Damn! Damn boo
Where ya
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
me funny 
Oomp Camp in dis bitch 
Where the fuck is the money 
My Pastor told me forever represent for my team 
Make them niggas come clean or bust
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is
'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, yo
Tell 'em it's on, yo, say what, say what
Tell 'em it's on

[Pastor Troy]
I'm the ?, the A-T-L with
[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
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
I've never been
She is my heroine, get me high like heroin, love
Forgive me for my sins
I just keep giving in
To what I call fatal love
Caught up by
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
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