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Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug High for a nigga like me to show luv Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it When the push come the shuv Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what Ya'll niggas better get fo' real (whassup) Ya'll niggas know bullets kill (whassup) Ya'll muggin' with ya'll grills (whassup) Don't make me weigh this steel (whassup) Some of ya'll be trippin' dope (whassup) Now what you wanna go and do this fo' (whassup) See them niggas kicking in yo do' (whassup) Punk bitch nigga on the flo' (whassup) I'm the kinda nigga that be ready (whassup) Smoked out still chiefing on ghetty (whassup) Ya'll kinda niggas just don't scare me (whassup) ?? come and get me (whassup) Peep a nigga been deep in the game (whassup) and a bullet ain't got no name (whassup) Ya'll niggas wanna get some fame (whassup) We ain't gone play the same (whassup) Slip the clip in the gat, then I roll where them muthafuckin' niggas be hanging at (whassup) Come around to the back (whassup), What was that? (whassup) Put the slugs in the pipe, rat-tat-tat (whassup) Some of ya'll niggas just be talking game, recognized for the shit you said (whassup) You the kinda nigga let it go to yo head (whassup) Step to me wrong get popped in the head (whassup) Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug High for a nigga like me showin luv Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it When the push come the shuv Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what Where my niggas from the east?, Where my niggas from the west? Bulletproof niggas wearing bulletproof vests Niggas with the clout, where my niggas in the south Big boy back with the grill in his mouth 100 golds nigga how we do it in the south M-E-M-P to the H-I-S We gone fire, muthafucka it don't stop Burn baby burn, we gone rise to the top Ghetto made niggas living to make hits Sippin on some remi coz we stay gettin' lit' Fried in the brain coz I smoked that shit Real muthafuckers know we gotta get it, oh oh Coming through this bitch finna lay 'em on down Mug on my face cause I keep a mean frown Tennessee now a nigga ATL bound Mug on my face when I mob through a crowd Hand on my gat nigga get to loud Hit 'em up with the uh, pow pow, Hit 'em up with the uh, pow pow, pow pow You can come up missing, if a nigga gotta bust the gat I'm finna unload my 4-5, cause my automatic finna come bring the drama So you niggas represent or you gone die Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug High for a nigga like me to show luv Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it When the push come the shuv Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what Okay, they had hung me up on they cross for 3 days I came down and went at they boss with the A.K. Bullets ringing, I'm maintaining a steady grin I'm killing him, I'm killing her, and any friends When it begin I didin't know how to fucking act You was so real, so treal, so fucking whack If its like that, I'ma go and suit up bitch You talk that gangsta shit I am that gangsta shit I got a army buddy, ready to kill you I'm bustin' mildew, I knock yo' grill through Cause I done proved that proof ain't need no evidence I walked up on 'em, pop, pop, pop and I represent Ready Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it Where my ghetto thugs mind for a mug High for a nigga like me to show luv Talk like ya'll walk it, Walk like ya'll talk it When the push come the shuv Show 'em where the dubs and the hard ass thugs, nigga what |
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| 2. |
| 3:33 |
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Nigga, I always keep my composure Often full of that doja Universal soldier I'm ready for war These niggas really got me trippin' with that bullshit My daddy, taught me no playin' in the pulpit So for the bullshit, I brought my goon squad Pass me my ammunition, and praise God Against all odds, I'll make these mothafuckas pay Lord give me the strength, to knock these niggas out my way Everyday I been prayin' for my chance A mean ass mug in a soldier stance I ain't come to dance, I came to crank this mothafucka up He think he the man you tell that nigga I said what Pastor nigga These niggas really got me trippin' on they videos They hard as hell, on the camera when I know they hoes They got their chest swole and then a bad bitch But where I'm from y'all both will get yo ass kicked I'm talkin' mad shit, and I'mma back it up I got my AR-15 in the back of truck Put on my hard hat baby If they take me its worst cause I'mma hunt you baby 'Til his whole world is cursed Ain't no re , it's not over The blessings of Jehovah Off in the, 600 drop with the all chrome motor And it's mine, paid out what you talkin' about I take a puff of my doja and I regain my composure |
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Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha Oooooooh Baby what's your name? Oooooooh Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans? Hell naw!) Oooooooh I heard you was from Atlanta Oooooooh But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?! Oooooooh She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight [ - Pastor Troy] Yeah, Friday night (yeah) Yeah, ballin holmes (yeah) Got a nigga smellin fresh as a rose Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause y'all!) Sharp as a knife, and this is the life Pastorrr, ya tell me how ya love that? Let a nigga see that pussy crack, where you at? (uh) The dance flo' (yeah) that's my shit (yeah) Baby girl let ya hair down Show a nigga what you workin wit, twerkin wit I ammm low-key You don't wanna leave? (c'mon baby) You don't wanna go back to the suite (c'mon) Let you caress my feet, huh Now what you wanna know? Off the chain! Damn! Damn boo Where ya been all my lifetime? Let me fuck ya 'til the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh) What I do? (whoaa) Mind my bizz No I can't take ya home wit me Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz Saturday morn' (damn!) damn I'm weak Knew whassup when you came to the room Talkin about gettin some sleep She's the, the-truth, shorty got loose Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute [ ] [ - Ms. Jade] What you talkin? I, bring heat when it's hawkin Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand I'm weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand I'm, bout to kill it; you, dealin wit the realest Fuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh) Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindin It's all about the timin; I, really like "Vice Versa" But, tonight's much worser, and um Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men Hand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb's Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy In a, split second I'm answerin all questions You dummies are still confessin how money make you undress And so tell me |
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| 6. |
| 4:38 |
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[Timbaland]
There's a lot of people out there This the fricky, fricky under the track There's a lot of people out there Fricky, fricky, fricky, fricky, fricky, under they track, ow, tell 'em [Chorus: Timbaland] Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it coming, oh Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, oh Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it coming, oh Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, oh Tell 'em it's on, V-A, G-A Tell '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 flow Keep it coming, got the A-K under the doe Why you runnin' talkin' mad but you ain't mad Cause I'm bad, the P-T billy, the bad ass I heard you clappin' your jaw, talkin' bout the A-T-L How you got it on lock, boy stop Cause I'm reppin' the city, East Point to ? I come from the city that don't play that I done came back with a song of my own Timbaland on the matter feel, tell 'em it's on P-T I'm a cruise, I'm a cruise, I'm a cruise control I'm nothin' till the motherfuckin' music slows I got some killers in Carolinas, some killers in Virginia Some millers off in 'bama and I'm not to mention Atlanta Just remember that you ain't got nothing on lock So make a nigga set your clock, it's P-T [Chorus] [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 Pastor, can I get a witness It's fitness the way that I work out on a track Got the gat, I'm a leave them niggaz right where they at Matter fact, anybody want to get some, then fuck they Tell them others where I come from, the letter A When I came through already knew that it was on The misrepresentation of my home We're never Zone 3, we're never Zone 4 And if it's in the hood you better not go Cause niggaz in the hood you better not see The D, the S and then the G-be |
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| 7. |
| 4:27 |
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4 tha hustlaz
4 tha hustlaz 4 my hustlaz 4 my hustlaz Aiyo, this ya boy PT right This for all them niggaz down tha road Everybody staying down in this mother fucking game Be real all my niggaz Much love out here for this song, 4my hustlaz 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that uh, ride for the dayz 4 my hustlaz Niggaz on tha grind everyday 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that be breakin' tha rules 4 my hustlaz Niggaz wearin' red and blue 4 my hustlaz Niggaz wit money on they mind 4 my hustlaz At the club fresh off tha grind 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that ride for P.T. 4 my hustlaz Tha D. tha S. tha G.B. Started out at da bottom of da barrel hommie Had to deal wit dis fuck niggaz hatin' on me Hangin' on me, we headed to da top Da big boy drop, went ta chillin' on da block Wit polo socks nigga Da sun shinin' of my shade frame Look who made it out da dope game Yeah, nigga from nicks to dimes From dimes to quater keys I stacked me some cheese And went ta bumpin' these c.d's And now you see me on yo tube live and direct See a nigga swang to da bank I'm cashin' checks Or betta yet I'm shakin' dat muthafucka From da ATL to Augusta, 4 my hustlaz 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that uh, ride for the dayz 4 my hustlaz Niggaz on tha grind everyday 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that be breakin' tha rules 4 my hustlaz Niggaz wearin' red and blue 4 my hustlaz Niggaz wit money on they mind 4 my hustlaz At the club fresh off tha grind 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that ride for P.T. 4 my hustlaz Tha D. tha S. tha G.B Started out at da bottom of da barrel hommie Had to deal wit dis fuck niggaz hatin' on me Hangin' on me, we headed to da top Da big boy drop, went ta chillin' on da block Wit polo socks nigga Da sun shinin' of my shade frame Look who made it out da dope game Yeah, nigga from nicks to dimes From dimes to quater keys I stacked me some cheese And went ta bumpin' these c.d's And now you see me on yo tube live and direct See a nigga swang to da bank I'm cashin' checks Or betta yet I'm shakin' dat muthafucka From da ATL to Augusta, 4 my hustlaz 4 my hustlaz All my niggaz 'cross tha state 4 my hustlaz All my niggaz slangin' that weight 4 my hustlaz Hire best to flip ya legit 4 my hustlaz Let tha crackers sell that shit 4 my hustlaz All my niggaz peeping tha game 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that want to have fame 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that grind to pay bills 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that grind to buy a meal 4 my hustlaz Niggaz ain't got no degree 4 my hustlaz Still making money 4 my hustlaz Niggaz wit fear of tha Lord 4 my hustlaz Niggaz in tha night sword 4 my hustlaz Niggaz wit tithes to tha streetz 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that ride wit tha heat 4 my hustlaz Niggaz wit 36 O's 4 my hustlaz Yea nigga, tha life I chose, 4 tha hustlaz 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that uh, ride for the dayz 4 my hustlaz Niggaz on tha grind everyday 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that be breakin' tha rules 4 my hustlaz Niggaz wearin' red and blue 4 my hustlaz Niggaz wit money on they mind 4 my hustlaz At the club fresh off tha grind 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that ride for P.T. 4 my hustlaz Tha D. tha S. tha G.B. 4 my hustlaz Niggaz in dirty clothes 4 my hustlaz Niggaz wit no love for hoes 4 my hustlaz Niggaz makin' easy cheese 4 my hustlaz Niggaz movin' major keys 4 my hustlaz Niggaz ridin' big body cars 4 my hustlaz Niggaz they call track stars 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that hate rice treats 4 my hustlaz Got tha 88 wit tha beat 4 my hustlaz Niggaz ridin 30 uh vogues 4 my hustlaz All my niggaz down tha road 4 my hustlaz All my niggaz offin' tha feds 4 my hustlaz All my niggaz bustin' heads 4 my hustlaz My niggaz on tha east side 4 my hustlaz My niggaz on the west side 4 my hustlaz My niggaz on tha north side 4 my hustlaz South side, nigga we ride 4 tha hustlaz 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that uh, ride for the days 4 my hustlaz Niggaz on tha grind everyday 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that be breakin' tha rules 4 my hustlaz Niggaz wearin' red and blue 4 my hustlaz Niggaz wit money on they mind 4 my hustlaz At the club fresh off tha grind 4 my hustlaz Niggaz that ride for P.T. 4 my hustlaz Tha D. tha S. tha G.B Yo, yo, yo, y'all know wassup This ya boy, PT Cruiser Representin' for all them gangsta ass hustlaz Everybody takin' penetintary chances, nigga Y'all know wassup D.S.G.B. got love for ya baby Whatever to make this shit happen Now get this mother fucker poppin' 'Cuz we ain't stoppin' |
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Pastor, disaster I'm just laying down my bass shit You know my bass my bass one Y'all God damn (well UN-huh nigga) Crank that bitch off the chain Yeah, ya'll niggas know what time it is PT in the house (nigga) A yo and this is for everybody bustin' bottles Give me a P, give me an A, give me a S, give me a T Give me a P, give me a T Hold up, wait a minute Let PT, with gangsta in it Fin'sta win it I'm talkin' 'bout the trophy Got me chillin' with this bitch name Sophie She say she know me from one night in the Vail Then say I was smokin', tellin' her to inhale it Now that sounds like me The mutha fuckin' Pastor nigga the ole G DSGB tat' across my chest And hell yeah nigga I put that shit in my flesh The be for best, but these bustas just keep on poppin' Know when they play my shit the club rockin' You niggas watchin' My thirty-two is in 'tact Got that tuck between my dick and nut sack I bet security didn't keep steppin' I'm on the dance floe' wit' my weapon Chug-A-Lug When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug I'mma role up wit' these thugs that Chug-A-Lug Puts a back in that mug we Chug-A-Lug Nigga, yeah (yeah) Ever seen a remmy bottle this big? Just an imagine how it gone feel against ya' wig ?? pussy ass nigga, my nig' Take another swig Throw up my set Dog tags hanging like a Vietnam vet' Some bitches sweat And some niggas looking dirty Mad wit' me 'cause they in the club thirsty I'm talkin' 'bout tongue hanging down to they throat Broke ass nigga talkin' 'bout they saleing dope Look hea' folk, let us leave the bar If you ain't got no money, then take ya' ass to ya' car Ya' dealing' with a star Far from sulfa Ya' catch me in a Benz or the Rover, it's ova I buss a mutha fuckin bottle wit' my cuz' Toast each other and Chug-A-Lug |
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| 4:20 |
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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, this real ATL playa style A yo, you can't pimp a pimp playa Niggaz is trippin, my shoes is tied up Big boss pimpin, tell ya' bitch I said wassup Pastor, laughter, Remy in my hand Countin out some grands, ova in Ireland The man, you done heard the name befo' I keep a big gun wit' me every where that I go And I smoke dro', motherfucker keep that bap ass weed Niggaz claimin their my folks bitch you don't know me D.S.G.B. representin send them haters to hell It ain't nothing ta' say, it ain't nothin ta' tell My glock shells will be empty if any tempt me I'm not no fuckin simp, bitch I'm a fuckin pimp You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself I'mma pimp myself I'mma pimp myself The one man army, the one wreckin crew I heard that shit, now who the fuck you referrin to If it was me, come put your finger to my nose Just like I thought ya' niggaz mother fuckin hoes The clothes, the wardrobe, the gators with matchin socks Bad ass bitch that kind of favors Goldielox The clock...stops tickin' I step off in the spot all the chickens get to pimpin' Bubbly is pluckin, D.S.G.B. be gangsta fuckin' Fuckin for nothin, we be them niggaz they be lovin' It don't get nothin but worse for you simp Bow down nigga make room for a pimp You can't pimp me potnah because I'm pimpin myself I got my game from the old school straight off the shelf I be the maca to the roni, the chedda to the cheese I roll wit' DSGB, so is better than me A Aug representive, I got the game on lock I hit the street with them thangs, went to movin the block So fuck the cops, we makin money, we stay on the grind I'm bustin strawberry Phillies while I break down my pine And I ain't blind, I can see it, you already know So get the fuck out my face 'cause you can't pimp me hoe You see the doe don't let it hit ya', you gets no play And I'm the dro' you the philly get ready to blaze |
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| 4:54 |
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Raise Me a soldier
Artist:PASTOR TROY CD:UNIVERSIAL SOLDIER Song Title:Raise me a soldier Track #10 Talking before the Song: I Cant wait to have a son, Lil PT Nigga, Lil Pastor Troy (Its gonna be real) .............................. Anybnody can be a daddy, it take a real man to be a father, (this dedicated to all them niggaz takin care of they responsibility its on...keep it real). I think back home how i was raised, and how it is now, and i'm Half the man. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Man i'm played the fuck out, and i cant do nothin bout it my pop pushed me when i pouted, then he grabbed me and shouted Nigga thugz make this earth revolve, all the simple shit that these mothafukaz cant solve..we forgotten Now i aint gon' spoil you rotten, you's a punk if you's a nigga while punks pull pranks us real niggaz pull triggers And i figure that like father, like son..fuk the pack man, lets buy the 50 pack and a gun Dont mean to take away yo fun, whats mo fun than money and even when you move a-tons pay yo tides on sunday Lets understand that the big man is Jesus Christ Give him repect and them devils cant fuck wit yo life Cause they'll entice you wit anything, bitches and broads wit bright ideas Nigga...close yo ears or yo money dissapear, took me years fo i'd seen the light And i'ma tell my son his great-father was right, like my father sat me down now sit down my boy And make him understand what it means to be a Troy And let the burdains i experienced make him laugh But at the same time, let my baby clear his path and all the math that them crakaz gonna teach in school, i teach him home Teach him shit he would have neva know, i teach him how to clip the dope and how to chop his rocks I do it all for tha ship off tha old block..cause dats my blood I'ma raise me a soldier, a soldier. I'ma raise me a soldier..a soldier, put my faith in Jahovah..Jahovah, teach me how to raise my soldier, my soldier! My son, the one thats gon' take over the throne, and he'll me atone When them bustaz doin wrong, its bound to happen And i can see him laughing at trials and tribulations Holla'in at the hoes help them wit they situations Manipulation..? come on he'll be like me And when niggaz knock his shit, he gon' tell em wit the quick Theres a million ways to get to the top of the mountain But the view is all the same, so fuck it i'ma a slang He gone understand the his name the game bendin all the rules So prove the move you make, cause nigga dats yo fate gon' take a few mistakes but as long as he learn Even the bird didnt know, just go get the worm And he gonna earn mo blessings, his blessings teach his son, his son gonna teach his boy, and reunions we'll enjoy The visions of a Troy President of this nation Brings a tear to my eye..What thugz aint 'pose to cry? I rely on my intuition, and my position, God gon' bring me to a stong position Now would ya'll listen, that the cristian and i cry for days, another child. To raise him to the worldly ways..dats my blood I'ma raise me a soldier, a soldier. I'ma raise me a soldier..a soldier, put my faith in Jahovah..Jahovah, teach me how to raise my soldier, my soldier! |
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| 4:21 |
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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 walk the walk, don't make me get my assault No charge if I get caught, I am connected Got this rap game on lock, hell yeah perfected Y'all nigga's pathetic, come around with that bullshit Fuck around and get gunned down, playin around in my pulpit Soon as I pulled it, they'll say he's deadly Hell yeah, you got that right, nigga I'm ready Y'all should'nt have let me, because PT gone rock 24 wit 24 blocks, m-o-n-e-y I'm ready I'm ready for war, fuck peace I'm ready I'm ready for war, I'm in these streets I'm ready My AR-15 up on my arm And fuck them weak ass niggas We droppin bombs What's up, homeboy, what is the business Pastor, church boy, can I get a witness This for, all those, niggas that be poppin' Seein' me in 6's, I don't never be stoppin' Most niggas be watchin', other niggas be hatin' Hangin' out their partner car, askin' me what's shakin' Ain't nothin shakin', nothin but this mula I see that you know me, but I don't know who you are Therefore, I am, rollin up my window Hasta luego, now it's back to my indo Drivin' 100, mothafuck if I'm wanted Take they ass on to Tennessee Before they beat the hell out of me Peep some real game from a mothafuckin G Me and ???, me and Uncle B Try to get some millions to blow Take this shit, I don't need no mo' Off in the condo burnin dro With my bitch and my hoe Gettin' me some fire fire, r-e-a-d-y -acap |
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If they kill me They best to be ready to move 3x Cause my folks coming back My nigga to kill you This is a song for Them niggas talkin' bout killin' me Something to listen to Before I go on my killing spree Y'all niggas ain't shit to me A bunch of followers And when I catch your ass I'ma swallow ya Bitch I'ma bury ya The mo' the merrier I pray you out with your niggas They can carry ya Pit bull terrier, fightin' the Pekinese You wanna crank up your war Bitch come fuck with me I got some real g's and then some g's that I teach them niggas And lay low off in cacilac Off in the Cadillac, 2002 edition It's Pastor Troy, fuck boy And your benediction It ain't no contradiction You walkin' thin ice You put your money down monkey nigga Now roll the dice Claim he gone take my life I got the trick for ya I got a 45 hard as a dick for ya You kill me These niggas plottin', prayin Cryin' they hoes Don't hate me, my nigga I'm chose Those, suckas and bustas don't like it when you gloat The same bitch you crying to I fucked the hoe Uh-oh you didn't know That she was buck wild Strong possibility that that may be my child Look at you now you feelin real fuckin short Now keep on bustin your ass for child support (dumb ass nigga) I'm at the fort Eating steak and liftin weights Nice ass crib five cars I'm straight But on the other hand Look at you little man Grindin' ten years Barely got a grand And, you talkin bout killin a man of God You gone bust hell wide open hot rod I'ma, represent D.S.G.B And kill any nigga With plans of killin me |
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Verse 1
Come on, come on Its going to get crazy in the city ASkin God is he really coming back to get me or playing with yeaa And everything i ever learned as a child revalations the whole worlds going wild Lord come now yeaaa Got my pistol,got my bottle, got my warface and if the church is the only place i feel safe But i got faith and i mean real faith not Faith Evans im talking bout the faith that places you in heaven when i see the Lord i'ma bow down and shoot a bird at them devils cause its on now it's on now when he comes no where to run on that day, the world gonna pay when he comes Verse 2. Yea I can see Jesus in all white riding on a stallion like a night Ready to fight yea and im gonna to be right beside him got my a-k cocked right beside him behind him yeaaa nothing but thugs on the Lords side and i was sent to heaven where we reside ready to ride aint no mo nickles and dimes primetime captured for my savors blood yea the wine believe it now time to come to take over better watch ya lanuage son God's Jahovah and when it all over and i am acknowledge To show that i did it and did in college i followed my own, my own soul,the Lion of Judaaa Heavenly father I pray right now for everyone under the sound of my voice that they come to know you as Lord and Saviour in there lives help us Lord to understand that you are soon to come for your people and we won't have time to get ready, but must already, be ready. For in the bosom of an eye You shall appear to recieve Your all unto Yourself our hearts desire Oh Lord is to be ready when You |
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I am a real American Fight for the rights of every man When it rain it pours, thunder and lightning These cowards is trifling They got me, watching for high jackers Watching for terrorism, bet I ain't playin with 'em The nine get 'em It's horror when you don't know if you gone ever see tomorrow Or your partner, maybe a loved one, maybe your auntie Think you gone take from me, well then it's on g Jesus is coming back, soon as he lay attack I bust my rifle, I'll wave my bible Crankin' my army up because we know what' up They hit pentagon and now it's Babylon Bless AmericaAmerica, no country like it America, let's get united We all fightin A couple cases of anthrax Though I ain't sweatin Me and my homies got army gadgets No it aint magic You bomb me, I bomb you This is a ?? Pastor sucka, U.S Marines, Army, Navy on the same team It's not a dream, its reality Miseducated, to all casualty You capture me, I'mma be dumpin something I'm from America buddy you better tell him something Usama Bin Laden, we see you, we blasting Buddy we want you, dead or alive And when we catch you, got a surprise Fuck the Taliban, fuck the marathon Sucka, fuck everything, and just let freedom ring Bless America |
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Yeah (yeah) This song is called Goddamn, Vica Versa (I'm doin' my best to save my people) It's like, (The people & I will rely in God) Picture everything that you thought was good, was really bad Everything bad, was good (What if Heaven was on Earth nigga) The whole world, vica versa (Good is bad) Vica versa (Bad is good) (Dear Lord am I the only one?) This shit here, Goddamn, gon' Go'n get you a fat blunt of that 'dro Smoke that shit (It's all vica versa) Look up in the air nigga (We rich nigga) (This is what we doin', it's vica versa) Know ain't everybody gon' feel this shit Vica Versa, Pastor Troy Vica Versa Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah What if Heaven was Hell and vica versa If I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya? I re embersed ya, with the truth, so you know my fate They pray I die I'm that nigga that they love to hate I'ma make you use your mind, God, the 7th sign And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your time Again I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versa Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture? The spirit, man, do you understand, there's a war It's ragin' on And the devil got some ammo too Don't get me wrong But I put my trust off in the Lord It's too corrupt Know that God gon' help me blow 'em up I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa I have no fear I done witnessed too much Hell right here Lend me your ear, recall all the beer We had to pour 'Till all our niggaz hit the Devil with the .44 Payback nigga My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter Better alone And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg Satan to save me God I'm confused, the fuse of all these muthafuckaz Makin' me sick ?Fuck my niggaz?, I can't trust nobody ?Pussy niggaz? Sleep with a clique of nasty concubine And vica versa, so she'll probably do the whole nine Naste Hoe I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas It's Satan's birth I'ma try to smoke a pund of weed, and ease the hurt While Jesus equiped with angels, the Devil's equiped with fire Oh God so love the world he blessed the thug with rocks Won't stop until they feel me Protect me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill me It's vica versa Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high To see the Lord almighty nigga, I'm ready to die My reply for any questions asked The Devil made me do it Who's the Devil may I ask? It's so polluted Up-rooted from all this stupid shit See me cremated, my adaption to the climate So glad I made it Elated that they gon' go to Heaven But do they know Heaven may not be th place to go Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa The Devil's demons, I'll be damned if I'm gon' let 'em hurt ya Follow me... Peter The Disciple: If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devil A doun south Georgia Rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level Remenisin' on all the good and the bad that I did Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs And servin' nicks and talkin' shit This is vica versa no fuckin' commercial Heaven or Hell, where do we go? When we die, eternal fire or the street of gold Only God knows, vica vers |
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