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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
Chorus 4x
What's up, big mouth, big talk, big game
Teacher pet, taking aim, pump the tech, I'm taiking aim

(Pastor Troy)
Triple six 99 a bitch
Verse 1 Pastor Troy
I heard some bitch ass niggaz had an attitude
I eat 'em up like some motherfuckin dog food
I know it sounds rude It's suppost
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,
[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
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
me and tell Peter I be the Peter of the cipher
Down South Georgia Boy
Pastor Troy pass the rifle
Any rival ain't no rival lest we make the rivalry
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),
of the maidens who had almost been
devoured.

 Could I talk to you, Ma'am?
Maiden:	Who are you?
St. George:	I'm St. George, Ma'am. Homicide, Ma'am. Want
[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
told
If I could get the St Paul before it gets cold
I wish I could sleep tonight in Little Rock
But then we never did go too much by the clock
But I
Beauty, you make me sad
All you beautiful babies been had
Who’ll be able to love you for
What you, what you really are?

Beauty, what is your face?
bomb
But it never felt so good

I told my mother that I love ya
Bridget asked where I met ya
Said I saw ya last Tuesday on the corner of "1st
niggas ain't givin me that
Now he ain't thinkin 'cause I had to put a hole in his cap
Don't get it twisted by the rap homes
The way I rock homes
Stay in
[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
never been a man who wasn't bitten by the bug

Yeah, rockin' and rollin' with the bug
Rollin' and strollin' with the bug
Itchin' and twitchin', singin'
them in mourning in December and in May
In the graveyard of St. Mary's of Regret

You're married by now
She's kind I suppose
Does she know what she
that fleeted long ago
But when she wrote me about this change in her life
There was just one thing I had to know

And the bells of St. James were
of the maidens who had almost been
devoured.

 Could I talk to you, Ma'am?
Maiden:	Who are you?
St. George:	I'm St. George, Ma'am. Homicide, Ma'am. Want
I'm the boss, that cost ain't even worth conversation
Pastor Troy, the pastor of the true congregation
Blood wasting if ya' cross me, ya' lost me
Mama got a look at you and got a little worried
Papa got a look at you and got a little worried
Pastor got a look and said, ya'll had better hurry
travelin' mentally
Makin' up tunes in hotel rooms
'Bout places I've never been to

Though I've never crooned under a Kentucky moon

I had my dream,
travelin' mentally
Makin' up tunes in hotel rooms
'Bout places I've never been to

Though I've never crooned under a Kentucky moon

I had my dream,
the fuck, nigga, ain't never fuck niggas
Tell 'em that don't wanna play this South shit, okay

ATL, South Carolina, Mississippi
North Carolina, Louisiana,