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To the end it's motherfuckin on hoe
It's Pastor troy and I'm havin fun hoe

Chorus
I don't think they wanna fuck with the murda man
Fuck wit the murda man fuck
ready to blow
I'm harassed by crackers, the stress of the Pastor
	-Look in my eyes-
I'm in the rain sellin my shadow
but it's gone still follow me, so I
[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
Coming back from St. Croix
First lady to Pastor Troy (well come on)
Even I'm a Georgia Boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (well uh huh)
All you got to say is
fail we can 1-0-5 grill this nigga
I'm dead serious

[Chorus: x2]

[Pastor Troy]
S-E-R-I-O (uh-huh) U-S (uh-huh) I'm fresh (c'mon)
One of the best
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
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
[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
me late night pacin
I'm tight boot lacin
Mask on like I'm Jason
Shoot up shit like Larry Davis
You play the pulpit like Pastor Mason
Turn cheek
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
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,
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
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
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
Freedom of Speech, Article One
G.G.O., Sun of Man, Rabbi Razah, do the Knowledge

Daddy was a gangsta, mommy was a hustler
But she fell in love
then throw it up

Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk
Got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like Pastor Troy I'm ridin' big
To the club, blowin' skunk

Mike
want to play with that toy
Droppin' this heat like an asteroid
Good in the south like Pastor Troy
Pull up aside of a 1977
Sittin' back and sippin' my
Freedom of Speech, Article One
G.G.O., Sun of Man, Rabbi Razah, do the Knowledge

Daddy was a gangsta, mommy was a hustler
But she fell in love
Florida, Tennessee, Alabama

My pistol's blarin', what?
An' I'm not carin', tell 'em
Because I'm ready for action

These niggas think I'm playin'
My
the new regiment to start man
T. I., tell 'em!
Killa Mike, Pastor Troy, what?

David Banner, tell 'em
What's up boy, okay
It's time for us to show
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
or dirty, never ashamed
(Holy hustler) Practice sold faithful
I'm on some holy holy, emcees be grateful

Hook: [B.B. Jay]

I hate to say I told you so, but
mean U.G.K
Done hooked up with Master P 
We about to bring this shit across the border 
Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans

Hustler, baller,
[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
rocks by myself
Back to the block nigga break yo self
Got somethin' I need don't play yo self

You can freestyle I'm a pay myself
Money over bitches I'm