[Pastor Troy]
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I'm the muthafucking president (come on, come on) 3x
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Watch how I represent
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Verse 1:
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From the land where the constitution stand while niggas stumbling
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Wondering, who is gone step up and stop the mumbling?
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We all complain for better things
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But who gonna bring the pain to make these muthafuckers shame
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They weigh
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My brother taught me that crime pays
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We run up in another nigga shit with a.k.'s and Mob thirds
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Who gone have the last word?
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Yo team or mine
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Why don't we just rob them crackers blind
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Quit being shine
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My mind upsets me cause niggas a stress me
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If yo ass don't wanna be set free,
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Don't hinder me
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I can see it from a mile away
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I hate these muthafuckers
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But I love the game they play
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Like they so innocent
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I know them fucking crackers bent
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Cause niggas bent too
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Look at all I been through
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And I'm still running
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Grab yo gun and grab yo bullet proof
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But do not come if you ain't gone put yo shit to use
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Cause this a muthafucking war
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Hook: 4x
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Uncle Sam what's yo ransom
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I got yo nieces
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Please, don't make me blow these ho's to pieces
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Cause they increasing
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Verse 2:
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Uncle Sam what's yo ransom
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Tell me what's up
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Got a message for the Pentagon
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You fucking up
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50 bucks and a canteen
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Dogding the trap never will I join the army bitch!
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Don't make me laugh
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It's war
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My niggas is burning and giving in
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Either you roll with them or they throw you in the pin
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To win, was all I ever wanted to do
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Would you do it for me (No)
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Then I can't do it for you
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A soulja buddy, I was born on the base
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Uncle Sam want who?, Get the fuck up out my face
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The case is closed
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I can't be treated like a ho
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No push-ups, no sit-ups, I tell ya hell no
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I been in the army 22 years to today
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I rock my fatigues, I rock my muthafucking yay
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I sweep on the bump and let it rid e on y'all punks
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The streets my army and I been ready off the jump
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Muthafuckers I'ma soulja
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Pastor Troy for President
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| Pastor Troy |
