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I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother fuckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
Fuck him, Fuck her
I'm representing 
Put some
real pimp players don't never roll fake
I'm bout to hit Dove Way, get past Troy's
I'm dipping by myself, I'm bout to call up my boys
I pass by
underwear
I did what? I mooned who?
Oh this time I guess I crossed the line
There'll be hell to pay
But what can I say
I must've had a real good time

Troy
hoes be giving cervix

[chorus]
[Troy Outlaw]
Straight like that, official thug niggas
Real niggas, know what I'm saying? 
Real niggas selling that
betrayed
By the wind and rain
The sacred hall's empty and cold
The sacrifice made
Should not be done in vain
Revenge will be taken by Rome

We live
on the sound
of my voice (This from the soul)
Everything gone be cool man, From Boys to Men

[Verse 1] Pastor Troy
No one to doubt me, I'm not here lonely
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
what you want
When you feel this good
You know it can’t be wrong

The party’s on (party’s on)
The party’s on (party’s on)
The party’s on (party’s
I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother fuckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
Fuck him, Fuck her
I'm representing 
Put some
to have a son, Lil PT Nigga, Lil Pastor Troy
(Its gonna be real)
..............................
Anybnody can be a daddy, it take a real man to be a father,
city, this tha city, this tha city (Well Uh-huh)

[Pastor Troy]
Okay I come from the city, if you lame its going to be ugly
A bunch of niggaz biting my
I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother fuckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
Fuck him, Fuck her
I'm representing 
Put some
in the CL5 his project changed
His man just got fucking murked by Salene
Heard he got it in the range nigga Bean popped one in his brain
Over
to be load up 

The girls show they ASS when I roll up 

in Benzoes, five double-oh, you never knew 

the trunk fizzo, I carry it on the low-low
been dead stories of what was
I’m celebrating life poppin bubbly
My champagne wish is to be sucka free
Believe these hoes let 'em keep sucking me
Don’t
and we can get it started 
You pulled your gat now bitch, lets see who coward-hearted 
Pussy-perpetrators be poppin off, I think they dick-sucker 
But
man (ah c'mon, ah ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious man (alright, let's do it shawty tell 'em)

[Chorus: x2]
Attention! Let's get serious man!
[Chorus]
Do it, (come on now)
Do it, (come on now)
Do it,
(Come on) Do the damn thing

[Verse 1: Rasheeda]
Come on let's start this shit
to know (want to know)
The real deal about the three
Well, let us tell you, we're triple trouble ya'll
We got to bring you up to speed, now check it out
when you in denial of self it is forbidden, that's the truth

In due time we will find

Let the truth be told from young souls that become old
From
that's my man
You keep it real.

I wanna thank you, (i wanna thank you ) I wanna thank u.
New Sony Staff! I wanna thank you all (lets do it) (ahh!) I wanna
If You
If You
want to Know
want to Know
The real deal about the three
Well let me tell you
We're triple trouble ya'll
We're gonna bring you up
Man
Motherfuckers just, follow a nigga around dude
That's real
Some shit though, fuck these feds
{?} nigga, racist motherfuckers, man!
Let's go, let's go
Yeah! (yo, yo)
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz
(Ayo), OK, (ayo), Pastor Troy (come on) Yeah!
(D-S-G-B, come on),
Don't let no one take you away from love
Don't let real love pass you by
You'll see I know, I know, I know
You'll be alright
Don't let real love pass