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is the base
Let me catch you in my city I'm a shoot you in the face
Better tape clothes to your nose cause I know I'm the shit
Pastor Troy, DSGB I
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
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
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,
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
show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind

[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]

Okay,
I'm
situations drive her crazy
Baby I know, everyday it's like I gots to go, never no time
Everything's gone be straight though, I'm on the grind
Love is blind,
situations drive her crazy
Baby I know, everyday it's like I gots to go, never no time
Everything's gone be straight though, I'm on the grind
Love is blind,
Troy
Uh, Stick em, ha ha ha, stick em
Fuck them pussy niggas and who ever wit em
All I say is sic em
And there go my boys
D-S-G-B, Pastor damn Troy
[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
Picture me bout to bleed
When I done been raised by all the G's
The crooks and killas
Is my motherfuckin niggaz
Jab a pussy
With some motherfuckin scissors
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
Troy
Uh, Stick em, ha ha ha, stick em
Fuck them pussy niggas and who ever wit em
All I say is sic em
And there go my boys
D-S-G-B, Pastor damn Troy
[Pastor Troy]

[Hook]
I'm representin'
I'm representin bra', them boys ain't seein' me
Know I got some cheese spendin' Gs so they into me
I'm
[Pastor Troy talking]
Pimp shit
Yeah pimp shit, nigga
Wassup baby Ken?
Like this hea
All my niggaz mayn
A yo, all the real boss playa
A yo,
the glory of wealth
It's plenty niggas with promises, I keep them myself
I'm 15 on this grind, but my age don't matter
All they want is that butter, from
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
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,
Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones!
Who? Mike Jones, Jones!
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'

Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
the roads
These n****z is p*** that's why my shoulders cold

M by the toted bow, I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer
'Cause I can have Lamina Calina bring
(where my money at?)
She thought he'd call (where my money at?)
She had a good day, bad day, sunny day, rainy day
All he wanna know is is (where my
and napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic?
Catch you in traffic, you sitting daffy like stealing candy
My ceiling’s absent, my wheels are massive,
Troy, what?

David Banner, tell 'em
What's up boy, okay
It's time for us to show the really real

This down South nigga is so trill
I put my fist