[heavy breathing]
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[Pastor Troy]
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One...
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Two...
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Three...
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In the beginning, God created drugs
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And other thugs, with other thoughts
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The path that's never walked
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The class that's never taught
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Often sought, 'cause salt from player haters
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Make trials greater, all of my plans I must do later
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I made a buch of bad mistakes, some bad desicions
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But look at all this money I made, I ain't bitchin'
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I knew my position but my coach ain't put me in
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So, I quit this shit and started sellin' dope with friends
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I'm in this situation, I'm the only nigga cool
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These niggaz think they ballin' but these niggaz just confused
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But 'cause I love to lose, I'm muthafuckin' lost
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From muthafuckin' nothin' to muthafuckin' boss
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Face off
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[heavy breathing]
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I'm leavin' that joint like that
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Face Off (Intro)
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| Pastor Troy |
