Lyrics:
[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
[Pastor Troy:]
KD had called and gave me the word
Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
From the islands
As soon as K told me this
This shit is for all the motherfuckin niggaz out there
doin what the fuck they gotta do to feed the family
[Pastor Troy]
Hangin up out the window,
pull us over for a stop
We unarmed getting shot
Leave it to the law
They always try and turn you into what you not
Ima hustla not a thug
Ima hustla not
'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, yo
Tell 'em it's on, yo, say what, say what
Tell 'em it's on
[Pastor Troy]
I'm the ?, the A-T-L with
the club down,
Take it all the way for a mothafuckin touchdown, less clown,
Dancin in the endzone, I'm lookin good I'm lookin strong,
Pastor Troy, bout
the Horse be born!
This war demands another way to fight
c gift for Pallas opens up a path
Concealed within the cover of the night
Our men shall open Troy
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
like I'm chio aye
Dde hq for ya boy
Aye
Good 93 bring me joy
Aye
Tonka be tuck not a toy
Yeah
Won't snitch on da Ave we ain't Troy
Yeah
Came out da pit
hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut!
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut!
I fuck with nothing
to
And pussy nigga I motherfuckin own you
On the radio talkin bout this and that
I stay home listen and cleanin my gat
At first they like Pastor Troy can't
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
cops, shake feds wit the fam
Flip them pies wit my hustlas
Ride for my hustlas
Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas
Roll wit my duns
Cold wit
wit the fam
Duck cops. Shake feds wit the fam
Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh)
Ride for my hustlas
Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas
man
I'm use to having thangs
But cause I'm down for whatever
Cause T-Mac show no luv
2 gats on my side
Cause this whole world dying
[Pastor
death? No!
Let me tell you the truth
From a deeper route off my heart
You can't live by the grave for the hustlas
They invented death for the hustlas
No
to the suite (c'mon)
Let you caress my feet, huh
Now what you want to know?
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Pastor Troy]
Off the chain!
Damn! Damn boo
Where ya
fail we can 1-0-5 grill this nigga
I'm dead serious
[Chorus: x2]
[Pastor Troy]
S-E-R-I-O (uh-huh) U-S (uh-huh) I'm fresh (c'mon)
One of the best
the fam
Till I'm dead wit the fam
Duck cops. Shake feds wit the fam
Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh)
Ride for my hustlas
Die for my, lie for my, cry
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
the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself
It be Pastor Troy, D.S.G.B, represent until my death
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust,
you for giving your life, giving your time so that men can see the light.
My life has been transformed by the way you preach God's word.
Thank God for
[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,
cannot be freed
I'm falling down
As time runs faster
Moves towards disaster
The ferryman will wait for you
My dear
And then there was silence
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