Lyrics:
Mmmmmm
Finesse
The Underdoggg
I got Troy in my blood, 518 in my veins
From the city of fake love, in the air you feel the hate
I got snaked out by my
to a
Different part over the truck
So joining me now is an expert pastor Don
Piper who has written about
His own experience
He was in a terrible car accident
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,
cocaine.." -> Scarface
"Boy they're fuckin with me Troy man I done told em.." -> Scarface
"I started small time, dope game, cocaine.." -> Scarface
Picture me bout to bleed
When I done been raised by all the G's
The crooks and killas
Is my motherfuckin niggaz
Jab a pussy
With some motherfuckin scissors
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
ain’t got time for them fuck n****s
See me doing my thing
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Back then they ain’t get the picture
Now they claiming they
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
But I'd rather put my brain on 'em
Look at the bitch, she got a frame on 'em
Mag hit it then came on 'em
"Alias," if you with me you ride
Get in
of urine just give me a piss test
I'm so unsanitary my heater is in a corner
Diamonds always exposed I roll with that Arizona
Heater be hibernating come wake
[Pastor Troy - Verse 1]
Our Father, which art in Heaven
Give me direction while bustin' my weapon
And all these want to-bes is the G's that I stack
get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize Cat
Hurt me in my
(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
me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat
how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he
luck - all the bitches know I got a big truck
fuck yeah big truck
Big Tubbs in a big truck
Big trucks inside bigger trucks
Big trucks for my big nuts
Two
this we know for sure
Tell me baby can you stand the game
Verse 2: Pastor Troy
Sometimes I wonder how did I become so lucky
A million hoes, now I
Cutter her buddy, lil buddy I don't studder
9 double lock chrome for the lame lame
Big faces in my pocket not the chump change
Ride the Benz with
this we know for sure
Tell me baby can you stand the game
Verse 2: Pastor Troy
Sometimes I wonder how did I become so lucky
A million hoes, now I
than, cookies'n'cream
Homey I got more blocks than Hakeem the Dream
That ain't taskforce money, that's real police
I got my ratchet in the alley with
Sing it with me everyone
The pastor's daughters getting fucked
The pastor's daughters getting fucked
The pastor's daughters getting fucked
Like a slut
on getting in
The shinier your rims
The more that I just don't like them
Truck so clean, rolling with my windows down
Truck so clean, I'm rolling with my
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
fall
Hector you coward
Come out and face me if you dare
Draw your sword
Come out and meet your fate
With hate in my heart
And a blade in my hands
I will
scriptures rock with me
Preach the truth exposing you
Christ is Coming pick and choose
Won't let them talk how they wanna
Posted been by the corner
You claim
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