Lyrics:
hydraulics up the ass
Bullet holes in the glass
I'm a Ryda in the black truck
Exchangin' fire
With my own reflection in the
Window at the intersection
You can
pastor Troy
I need Christian galore like I'm the pastors boy
Once I ice the wrist they gone flatter more
I love to talk my shit no time for stinky whores
Verse 1
Pastor Troy:
Dear Pac I know you dont know me but its yo boi Pastor Troy
Georgia Boi
Im writen you today cause Im sick of dis
dis
[Troy:] What that shit talking
[Guy:] Uh, Pastor Troy
[Troy:] Get the fuck away from my motherfuckin door
[Guy: (Knocking on door)] This P nigga,
and praise the day
Break the spell show me the way
In decay
The flame of Troy will shine bright
The newborn child will carry ruin to the hall
still shown, every song
Punks due to not live too long, Pastor Troy and now it's on
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We
and grey monster truck, David Robinson
And the paint with the work out in Jers
Got Larry Kush, Larry Birds
Extendo with a whole three five
Hugo cover up my
I only walk slow up in Troy (Ey)
The hommies all know what it is
I only walk slow up in Troy (Ey)
My hommies all know what it is (Ey)
I only walk slow
over and
Cuff me up flipped my truck out
In Louisiana that's another warrant
But this girl I thought was really for
Me was more important she ain't
Even
on the sound
of my voice (This from the soul)
Everything gone be cool man, From Boys to Men
[Verse 1] Pastor Troy
No one to doubt me, I'm not here lonely
you forget all your troubles and you carried all my troubles to God in prayer. Yet after all your sacrifice some still forget say pastor you deserve our
damage ya dogs where the you-Haul in my truck
The camera installed, hand upon my balls
Call the morgue, I'm killin' 'em, even Kyle is not feelin' 'em
When
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
corner
Eyes red smoking on that fucking marijuana
Somebody dead, looking mean
Where my niggas at?
Pastor Troy then I'm blazin' with that Infra-tech
I'm
give me why ya can't, cause I ain't playin with ya this year man(well ah haaaa)
Yeah!!!, it's a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ni**a, where my
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
that southern cash is mean.
Franklins frown for me when I stash my cream.
Pull up in candy paint that match my green.
Killer, Pastor, and Koopa are
you learned that from Pastor Troy
Boy I'm with it you can get it I never leave without my biscuit
4, 5 snapback make ya cap unfitted
If a nigga charge
[Verse 1: Pastor Troy] I'm in my big body Benz, Shoot a bird at them coppers, Riding with 4 of my friends While blowing smoke in the wind Up out
it's on
[Pastor Troy]
? ? I'm a tell 'em it's on
Talkin' shit like them gangsta, sweet-as cologne
I roll on in the ? with the quickness
So southern
Stop 'em with these dicks
We ghetto building on my block and stuff
Break 'em off when we getting buff
Stepping off in this thing what
Too much for
Eighty thousand cash in the Bentley truck (damn)
Pulled me over, think I got a brick
In my hood they tell me I'm the shit
You'll probably find me in
tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall
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
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