Lyrics:
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
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
Nigga don't fuck with me I'm having a bad day
[Verse 3: Pastor Troy]
I pump slugs
Pow, pow, pow, pow, plow
Yeah bitch, shit what the fuck you saying now
[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 that
never be me
(So)
In spite of all that shade, I'm still Pastor P
(Jesus)
I refuse to be defined by toxic energy
(Ya dig)
Black family of five, leader,
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
But I still passed her (Pastor) like I'm Troy
Got a couple horses in the new whip (In the new whip, Ay)
Now it sound like a toy
When I was born
invest in hoe'in
But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
Clap, we ready, I'ma mastered boy like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone
[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,
what the deal, huh?
(Now whut's up?)
Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya boys and unemploy some
Put the headphones on your kid like Castor Troy's son
Darts'll
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
the move
Whoo! Hah hah, hah hah hah, Grand Groove
was the jam Grandmaster Vic played in the park
past the dark, I seen the spark, so did me, Troy and Mark
shame us
Them wan make you fall off
God no go shame us oh
God no go shame us
Your money turn you pastor
God no go shame us
You turn very faster
Big
to trip
But I made up with no style while I bought me some kicks
So if you want the drama holler at ya boy
[Kanye West]
Original rude boy like Pastor Troy
don't never come fake
I'm 'bout to hit Dove Way, just past Troy's
I'm dippin' by myself, I'm 'bout to call up my boys
I pass up the corner I see some
2]
Wuz up, big mouth, big talk, big game
I ain't pastor troy but it ain't no play it ain't no game
wit a nigga like you runnin around town actin
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
Shit all I got is a bunch of problems and other stress
In the land where a little man must wear a vest
Settle for less
But I got
He meant to hit Preme
Shot up the nigga Rover over by the Coliseum
I remember laying up fucked
Up in the hospital troy and Bags would visit
Troy had
Chorus
Yo we puttin in this work/ we put 'em in the dirt/ the pastor still preachin/ all up in the church Pallbearers put your fuckin body in
to church
Call the pastor
If you're looking for an actor or songwriter
I got ya (I got ya)
Big Dream's pushing business to the limit (The limit)
You know we
don't never come fake
I'm 'bout to hit Dove Way, just past Troy's
I'm dippin' by myself, I'm 'bout to call up my boys
I pass up the corner I see some
match my green.
Killer, Pastor, and Koopa are the master machine.
[Chorus]
[Pastor Troy]
Y'all know me, it's P.T.
Well I un huh and all of that,
The project babies gang bangin', hangin' and pistol slangin'
Pastor Troy ass ready, to killin' and stealin' just to make it
I pistol-whipped a nigga for
change
I won't eat caviar-you ain't on my level nigga-I'm way pass the bar
I past the broad-like it's communion-I'm pastor Troy-it's a reunion
I ask
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