Lyrics:
Troy]
Welcome to the New World Order.
Atlanta, Georgia.
[Chamillionaire]
Houston, Texas, he already know.
[Pastor Troy]
The south is takin over.
Now let's pray lord have mercy, help 'em God
Pastor Troy baby, and I'm- coming hard
Had to sit back, and see the big picture
Probably in the back seat,
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
huh)
Drop it like a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by myself (well uh huh)
Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else
[Pastor Troy:]
Okay baby, you
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,
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
me when I walk cuz I'm dripping in sauce
Get money, work hard that's what I was taught
What's up big mouth?
What's up big talk?
Pastor Troy 98 whatever
Y'all know what time it's
Your boy Pastor Troy going up
What it is Nick?
It's for all my niggas gettin that money
I'm a money junkie, nigga
I'm
Decatur, we don't deal with no
Hatter
Rich like buck head
I'm bout that bread
Like pastor troy
We was ready
Hatters wasn't getting no play
In the a
I'm
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
subconscious
I'm on next big stages and concerts
I'm the constant control for the experiment
An alien I dream beyond earth
It's obnoxious if they think they
pocket, around my waist, I feel like Pastor Troy
I put some shit together outside my lot, it look like Parts Galore
All my niggas will fight, they in that
Pastor Troy CD Brother
We ready
What you talking about
Ain't no more Playin's
Yeah
This is what the fuck you see
What you talking about
Ain't no more
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
(Intro)
For the hustlas, for the hustlas
For my hustlas, for my hustlas
[Pastor Troy talking]
Yeah
Aiyo, this your boy P.T. right
This for all
actions pouring back to stone minds
Capture stories of a relapsing boy he's lacking home ties
Practicing pastor Troy we throw up more rhymes
Southern images
finna reach it
I'm a rapper for a reason, what I think, I'm gon' speak it
You can call me Pastor Troy, might as well, cause I be preachin
Junkies jumpin
like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns in coupes, in
Raw backwards on all you rappers
What's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement massive
I'm
Amen, Amen, Amen!
Through Jesus Christ our Lord
By the grace of Almighty Lord
Through Jesus Christ our Lord
By the grace of Almighty Lord
"In
[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
m'uhfucker right here today
We got that nigga, E-Feezy, Too Short, knahmean
Pimp see up in this motherfucker, nigga Pastor Troy
Damn fool I hits free it ain't
P-Troy shit (They know it's on)
What's up baby we doing this thang big
(Get 'em out them thongs)
What's up Cacky Lac, what's up Charlotte
Ga in this
thang goin'
Any extra dough, come invest in hoe'in
But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
Clap, "We reeeeeeadddy" I'ma mastered boy like Pastor
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