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We Ready 2000

Pastor Troy

Pastor Troy for President

2000

There's a hundred ways to die
Up in the mist, surrounded by these evil men
Got to stay hi',
Grab the pistol and I let 'em fly, just like hulk
So what, I

pappy/
Know you want the money in the bag all these ways to get it/
We is on paper chase/
I ain’t tryna slave for pay/
Everyday /
Home/ 
Run/
Scoring long

all eat
Dedicated to the mission of getting us all Cheese
We stacking by all means
We standing on all ten
Go to war with any army
Demolishing all teams

Bad Mutha

Lord Finesse

Funky Technician [Bonus Track]

to boast and toast, you go by what name?
You can't get with finesse, you're just jump change
You couldn't cut it even if you had a hack-saw
You're just a rap

WAY
SO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR TAKE A TRY LITTLE CHILD
IT'S OK, WHEN YOU FALL TO THE GROUND, JUST DON'T CRY
UNDERSTAND YOU GET STRONGER, JUST KEEP

on the way, yeah
Molly for me, got it just in case
If I needed to escape, will you go with me today
Babe as long we're together everything will be okay

I got

never say it on the phone
Will never let you go this time (Ooh)
I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights
No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch
I said,

just to make a change
Summer days don't go like they did
Way back in pictures of a wild eyed kid
Shorter now but longer somehow
And love is a memory

there hailing
All the town passing by
And I catch you hiding
A little tear in your eye
I don't know why
I always think about that time

I wonder why oh,

looking to You
You are the life, the truth, the way

So many images flashing by
Just long enough to catch my eye
And fill my head with these little lies

her
It won't be much you know just
So our hands can touch
But you know, it'd really mean a lot to me
And Mr. Bass you're in a class all by yourself

the routine
What I carry got me strong, the money coming long, why can't we just get along

And why you messing up the routine
Said why you messing up

I remember the days of feelin’ my pain 
Remember the ways I dealt with my pain 
Give me a pill it will go away
Then it comes back still in the same

Of scoring touchdowns on Friday night for the high school football team
We'd go swimming in the river, fishing down by the creek
We see more out here in a year

I break through all that hating well 
You the type to really hate on a n- practicing self-love then go to hell 
But I ain't tryna condemn n- I'm just

Money

Four-Tay

100% Thug Tour

2006

could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty

Chorus

For the love of money (dollar

By the second set you'd probably end up on my shoulder
No way not today
Feeling like a drag in this conversation
I know you won't, as long as I don't

by the end of the week, I’m ready to scream
Its Friday quitting time and now I’m feeling alright, cause all the girls and me will be rocking tonight

a month and then we found a little flat together.
Took long walks in sun and rain,
We didn't care, we loved the weather.
Browsed the galleries and purchased

One day soon, by light of moon
Will I say those words that terrify
But why deny, they electrify
When you then say back to me
Those three little words

Bomb Threat

The Terrorists

Terror Strikes: Always Bizness, Never Personal

is a warning...

You're surrounded by bombs planned by The Terrorists
And take notes: we never miss
Let my people go, god damn it, let them go
Before I

fairweather friends
Come around when its sunny, and it'll be a Bronx Tale
Have your organs on the black market in Yonkers on sale
Go to Riverdale just

and the diamond rings
I just want to go home, that's my final thing

House of many emotions, sacrilegious and holy
Dualities I'm coping be training my mind

your graces 
Despite the past I'm moving on 
You hate when they sings my songs 
Just imagine when you see me live 
Can't go on just to treat you wrong