[Troy:] What that shit talking
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[Guy:] Uh, Pastor Troy
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[Troy:] Get the fuck away from my motherfuckin door
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[Guy: (Knocking on door)] This P nigga, I'mma sign you up nigga
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[Troy:] I do not feel like being disturbed
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[Guy:] That D.S.G.B. album was straight my nigga
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[Troy:] Will you please get away from my motherfuckin door
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[Guy:] UUGGHHH!
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[Troy:] I'll probly let your ass in
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Nigga and I ain't never going to the door, without my piece
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I don't know who's on the other side, beauty or beast
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And If I do just happen to die, fuck that shit
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I hope they bury me and drop me quick, I'm getting sick
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Thinkin bout my so called enemies, til I explode
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Grab the motherfucking 45, it's lock and load
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And all these other pussy motherfuckers, they in danger
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It's the wrong nigga to anger
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The fucking dope
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Slanger showed me how to do what I got to do
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in this industry to make a livin
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While all of my intentions was to avoid the prison
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I'm still listenin for the Lord to tell me that I'm forgiven
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I'm drivin to the point of no return where water burn
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I learn that nobody out here really gives a damn
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I know I sell dope,I know I bust on bitches but from bitches
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So my nigga shit I am who I am
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And yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
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It's pitch black so the shadow is a scene
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I hear a faint voice red alert
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Fuck that dirt and who you hurt
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Young nigga persue your dreams
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I started sellin dope when I was younger
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What would you choose
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Sell motherfuckin dope or hunger
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It's up to you
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But for me and the route I chose it wasn't my choice
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Who's opinion who I need to voice
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Just thank about it you's that nigga with no family
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Ain't got no money
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So you cant afford no sanity they thank it's funny
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So you run across the Tec 9 to kill the laughin
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Then they say they can't believe this happen
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Actions speak louder than words this counries yelling
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And do we go to Heaven or Hell it ain't no telling
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I put my trust in God and whats the odds of who's the saver
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Fuck em please come back savior
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Cuz it's like this I don't speak so they fuck my shit
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And now I'm faced with these crimes that I aint commit
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And It's fucked up cuz them bitches be the main ones
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They wanna stick a nigga for some shit they say he done
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These motherfuckers talking all about my danm fun
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While toting guns, death is gonna be the outcome
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For all them niggaz, drink my liquor put my trust in God
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I know that I must beat the odds, but this shit is hard
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I disregard everything that they taught in school
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With no diploma making move nigga who's the fool
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As I sit with my strategy the game begin
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And the Lord take my life from me I crack a grin
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Ha, Ha, Ha
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To friends tha missed the smiling
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Have no remorse nigga me and Jesus wildin, like thugs
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Cheifing leaves, and drinkin Hennessy
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Like on the corner
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Picture God feelin marijuana
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As I relax and devilish demonds disapear
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I got the feeling that a nigga gonna love it here
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I take ya Biblical
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Yall stay crunk off Mystikal
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Stay crunk off of P
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As long as motherfuckin Georgia can listen to me
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[We Ready (17x) (till song fades)]
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we ready nigga we aint giving a fuck about nobody,
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cuz we aint got shit to loose, I aint got shit,
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I aint jealous of these little lame motherfuckaz
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It's Too Late Now, We Ready!!!
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| Pastor Troy |
