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Verse 1 Pastor Troy
I heard some bitch ass niggaz had an attitude
I eat 'em up like some motherfuckin dog food
I know it sounds rude It's suppost
ready to blow
I'm harassed by crackers, the stress of the Pastor
	-Look in my eyes-
I'm in the rain sellin my shadow
but it's gone still follow me, so I
[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
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
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
he hits the mic like Mix-master
This the Battle of Troy with no Pastor
Slicker than a can of oil with no Castor
Chill in the front of the flight,
turned all the way up

It's too early for school to let out
And the Pastor's boy just threw a cigarette out
I sure hope there ain't beer in them cups
turned all the way up

It's too early for school to let out
And the Pastor's boy just threw a cigarette out
I sure hope there ain't beer in them cups
change, change, change
(repeat)

You can be like Pastor Troy and them New Orleans boys
Everyone flossin' up in the toys
Candy coated chevy comin with
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
niggas ain't givin me that
Now he ain't thinkin 'cause I had to put a hole in his cap
Don't get it twisted by the rap homes
The way I rock homes
Stay in
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
I'm the boss, that cost ain't even worth conversation
Pastor Troy, the pastor of the true congregation
Blood wasting if ya' cross me, ya' lost me
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
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
the new regiment to start man
T. I., tell 'em!
Killa Mike, Pastor Troy, what?

David Banner, tell 'em
What's up boy, okay
It's time for us to show
drive by

So if you're ready for it
Smoke dro for it, tell 'em
An' if you're hatin', fuck nigga what's happenin'

Adamsville, Watts,
Westside,
I am the only one that thinks I'm going crazy
And I don't know what to do
And I am the only son of a pastor I know
Who does the things I do
But if it
confronted by them badges
I was taught stay low and keep blasting
Po only know questions that was answered
Keep a number on the high price lawyer
It's five
[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
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'
If you would allow me a second to deal with some in-house issues here

Hey Pastor you know it's hard for me when you quote Puritans
Oh,
kids speakin' 'cause it's naturally in us
But the false prophets by tellin' us we born sinners
Venders of hate, got me battlin' my own mind state