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Where my street disciples, church off in these streets
Call my congregation, church off in these streets
Call me Pastor Young, I came to spread
[Pastor Troy talking}
Pastor, disaster
I'm just laying down my bass shit
You know my bass my bass one
y'all God damn (well UN-huh nigga)
Crank
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
[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
and who ever else

Pastor Troy:

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for
they here me sayin' yeah
The Pastor baby
I'm hard as a rock
They claimin' they done kicked Troy ass - boy stop
As long as they make my 10 bags you got
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
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
out in gilmore
Yes we soldiers, remind me Troy and E-Bags
When they came through they hollored like 'What up Conrad?'
Grimey niggaz they loved to get
Stomp motherfucker stomp
Motherfucker stomp

{juicy j}
Hurt nigga
I'm coming out the fucking closet
Stay the fuck up off my dick
I feel the bucking
Flip, Baby D, Killa Mike, Pastor Troy
You know it's goin' down, yeah

We ain't playin'
(What they stressin' nigga?)
We ain't playin'
(What they yellin'
the omen in the moment of most
Runnin in churches with my gun, I'm nervous
Disrupt the service, ask the pastor, "Where do I worship?"
My life is
the hottest
My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys clockin'
little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'

You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard
the hottest
My little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'

You know, we be the boys clockin'
catch the hottest
My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys
to God, I guarantee he send it back
Multiply it by a hundred times, y'all remember that
That's just a little jewel to get the monkey off your back
Uh,
[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
[Intro: sample]
I know how tough it is *gunshot*

[Killah Priest]
My life flashes, I'm eight years old, my face stares cold
At the pastor, as he
he die crazy baby let's go to the
Parents to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no marilyn
Manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I
of marijuana
Better keep that mouth out my business
'Cause I got that 50 for ya

And I'm off the whip in this bitch and somebody shoulda' told ya
I'm
of marijuana
Better keep that mouth out my business
Cause I got that fifty for ya
And I'm off the whip in this bitch and somebody shoulda' told ya
I'm
of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or die
Write a script,
state, eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
B****es throwin' p**** back and forth, they on my dick