Lyrics:
parents going crazy as the pastor's praying
Prideful, I don't even succumb when I'm defeated
All it do is get me mad, and I'm comfortable heated
I come
Twice a week I pass by the church that held your funeral
And the pastor's words come pouring down like rain
How he called you a sinner and said now
Black lungs off that black magic
Unsung lay in black caskets
Ain't no Black nuns, we got Black pastors
Earn funds off the Black masses
We got
pound line, a thirty eight special
With AK shells through your Teflon vest too
Yeah, Scrap, when the Bastard's back out
The pastor's back out,
at the pastor's door
Heard the whispers through my enemy's walls
Rode the elevator to the thirteenth floor
Console with Gandi, since God placed his hands upon me
I
Word of life, I'm so retreat
I picked it up and took a swing
My pastor told us don't you worry
Even he has found his glory
Why, why's a sprinter
Mama got a look at you and got a little worried
Papa got a look at you and got a little worried
Pastor got a look and said, ya'll had better hurry
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
pastor, tener el alma de niño
Cantando viene contento por el camino
Atrás quedó su montaña, su rebaño junto al río
Y su pequeño guardián sentado junto
café de media tarde
Y algo de conversación
Y hablarán
Del hijo de don ramón
Tan listo que parecía y se ha convertido en pastor
No se si me
pastor, tener el alma de niño
Cantando viene contento por el camino
Atrás quedó su montaña, su rebaño junto al río
Y su pequeño guardián sentado junto
Amat Pacem Phidias Amat Pacem
Ratio Ama Rationem
Egosum Pastor Bonus, Pastor Bonus
Whatever the cost
Whatever I do
No matter my fate
I know that you
What's up, big mouth, you still talkin' huh
Pastor, blast ya, okay, and well uh huh
This for, all those, niggas, that talk the talk
Fuck nigga, I
of damn shame
And yous a damn lame thankin that my fo don't ride
So Paul will work them all y'all to the east side
[Hook]
[Pastor Troy]
Last but not least
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
Raise Me a soldier
Artist:PASTOR TROY
CD:UNIVERSIAL SOLDIER
Song Title:Raise me a soldier Track number ten
Talking before the Song:
I can't wait
[Pastor Troy talking]
Pimp shit
Yeah pimp shit, nigga
Wassup baby Ken?
Like this hea
All my niggaz mayn
A yo, all the real boss playa
A yo,
(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
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
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
me slow down, but i think im in nascar
Ima never slow down
Go faster
Really healin people ima pastor
Ima fuckin star
Always reach my heights
I be
night in the Stu son
Ratchet ones who chew gums
You know the type with huge bums
Given a choice and I would choose some
Should be a pastor because I
All these Christians now wanna compromise
Tryin' box me in but I live outside
Told me a pastor be his occupation
How you cuss and praise God in da'
to move on but I'm stuck on this chapter
Can y'all really pray for me while I call our pastor
Boy
It's like do you not see that I scarfice
Hate coming
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