Lyrics:
knowledge for you weak minded mothafuckas
That's been pasted down to me
By my dope slinging older brother
And most of the niggas in
The bottom call him Nino
Spyder, two cars
One for the weekend, one for the Bae
House in the City, House by the bay
Drive in the Rolls Royce on the weekday
Salute the Chauffeur, have
insatiably adding to the addicts waiting, the clutch of humanity,
Left to a pastor praying, from the ash of my past,
I've passed the pages, to destroy
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
want to play with that toy
Droppin' this heat like an asteroid
Good in the south like Pastor Troy
Pull up aside of a 1977
Sittin' back and sippin' my
What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
I (I), I (I), I (I), I (I)
OK, come on, what
[Ludacris & Pastor Troy]
What (what), what
I can't stop
More blessings inshallah
That's why them watch me while I count my blessings
I know many people are waiting
Waiting waiting for my
As for my resume respect it,
Or be sure to check it,
I got a batch of that aquatic sure to get you naked,
So play your cards right and win before you
[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
around that gangster shit like Pastor Troy
Loose lips sink ships so the circle got tight
I wink eye lids, smoked purple, third eye
I am who i am, who I
What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
I (I), I (I), I (I), I (I)
OK, come on, what
[Ludacris & Pastor Troy]
What (what), what
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
nigga! (Throw it up)
Throw it up! (Throw it up, huh)
Ay, ay, yo! Give me a "P", a "T"
It's Pastor Troy mothafucka', that's me!
It's BME! Drama Squad!
the 5 clap
You ain't gonna survive that nigga
Oh, you ruthless
The record I'm a Hustla was stupid
Cause Jay made more off the
Record than you did
played many games, hurt by many girls
Been all around, lookin' for love but no one to trust
I been locked down with the big boys, see I changed now
piping, I ain't eating shit
If I ain't had it, I'd stole that shit, my daddy taught me how to be the shit
Bust clips for the fuck I get, hold fire for that
rock
make your heart stop cause I'm bout it
Jack you like a New Jersey drive
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride
Creep with these
leaving, your soul we're keeping
That's the motto that we're preaching
So, stay for one more season
That's the decision by decree
My name is Troy, I'm from
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
show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
Okay,
I'm
To all the hustlas that's on the cash grind,
To those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime,
I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets, this one for
sticks out More than a flock
Quaker on top for AM PM even in between them
And still I'm chasing purpose for a tiny act of freedom
Stuck in my mind since
we needin' mo money,
We sick and we cold and we hungry, (huh)
I'm loving my thugstas,
My clik consist of nothin' but hustlas,
The nigga you know
dividends
Though the life we live gets strenuous
And we gettin' it how me and my niggas
We outrang hustlas, thug by nature
It's all about paper, fuck
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