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at you, my nigga we blast at you
I do what i want to do, I do what I have to do
And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you

[Pastor Troy]
When
[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
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]

I'm the muthafucking president (come on, come on) 3x
Watch how I represent

Verse 1:

From the land where the constitution stand while
the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself
It be Pastor Troy, D.S.G.B, represent until my death
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust,
marry you, the call is yours
I was determined
My niggaz out will burn and chew you
Spit you out, like a shot from a German luger
Now who want it, test my
ha

[Pastor Troy]
O.K., O.K., O.K.
Give and give in give, but that don't mean receive
The shit don't be no game, 'cause the shit that we believe
the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself
It be Pastor Troy, D.S.G.B, represent until my death
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust,
do this 

hook
Bounce, bounce, bounce if you're with me nigga (4x)
Okay, okay
Want war, what's up?
Want to fight, nigga what?
Niggas like y'all
do this 

hook
Bounce, bounce, bounce if you're with me nigga (4x)
Okay, okay
Want war, what's up?
Want to fight, nigga what?
Niggas like
to the wall
Who's sittin' in the crib, and you don't know who to call
(Jesus!) Hangin' on a tight rope, fingers slippin' off
But you ain't by yourself dog,
slaughter trash
Monster Mash, half ass on the war path
Suffer land, give a fuck grand, crashin the Pan Am
My squad Van Dammed, this shit was sun tanned, VA
born another one's gone
You blamin' the people 'cause we slaughtered your offspring
He died and you tried to pass him off as an offerin'
There's some who
even expect no more
You might as well plunder in this war
But also expect the god of heaven to one day tally up the score
Who you playing for, does
it's at
Okay we go out in the streets and we get the word
We hit up anybody that we think selling them birds
Them fuckin moolignanis don't want no war
don't want it
I'll eat you for breakfast, one by one I got ya'll serial numbers
I'm about to send a tweet out to my nigga Stylez
Tell him he got
answer to them that if I have been 15 years Singing to them against the things that make damage As they try that by an idiot war Of as much good message