[Pastor Troy Talking]
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Ayo this ya boy Pastor Troy checkin in right, yuh
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(This from the soul)
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Ayo, on this joint right here man we bout to just break it down to you
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Man just the transition to becoming..a man (This from the heart)
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That some of yall gone have to go through man everybody on the sound
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Of my voice (This from the soul)
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Everything gone be cool man, From Boys to Men
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[Verse 1 - Pastor Troy]
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No one to doubt me, I'm not here lonely
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Childhood secrets still wid my homies
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I recall days when I blazed up on the hill
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Not knowin' wud the future would hold, just kept it real
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We ridin' on the 'Lac with the boys to other schools
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We catch 'em at dey football games and act a fool
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And everybody know my name, it's Michael Troy
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We made all them bullies respect Falcon Boy
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I got my folks worried, I'm suspended everyday
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Sometimes I ain't tell 'em and caught the train to the A
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The FirePoint Station, Supreme location
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I'm only 15, tho at the lil' scene
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[Chorus]
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No one to pry me, I'm all alone
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No one to cry on
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He'd shelter from the rain..to ease the pain
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Changing from boys to men
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[Verse 2]
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I've done seen stabbings, i've done seen shootings
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I've done seen a robbery, i've done seen two
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But I ain't even 15, so when i turn 16
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Im'ma get dat chrome thing wid da beam
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My team was da wreckin' crew, like juice
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The type of niggas on our side do, who was the truth
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I bet them killaz on his side respect game
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That other nigga from the southside, was lame
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My name is Stone, Charlestown to the bone
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Lil' Wayne and Scooby, we rocking MCM and Gucci
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I'm nine years old, that nigga let me touch a Uzi
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I wanted to kill, just like i saw up in the movie
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No wonder one of my friend shot himself in his head
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Playin' wid the gun from under his mothers bed
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Don't wanna call his name too tough, we'll call him Fred
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We watch my nigga while he bled (when we was young)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Eight-ball]
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Lord knows we be tryin hard, God watching over us
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Mama told me "baby dun be goin to school cuttin up"
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Did I listen, hell naw, listen let me tell ya'll
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Streets transform mamas only into eight-ball
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Errywhere I go, niggaz know I speak that poetry
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See my +Chilouette+ like I'm +Alfred Hitchcock+ and they know its me
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Bottom line met a lot of niggaz on the grind
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Getting them dimes
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Murder they ass, escape the scene like I committed the crime
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A friend of mine, don't rap he doing illegal business
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18-Wheeler, Fed, X, bricks, did wid killaz
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He smoke and dipped'em drunk with Crys and get to beating his bitches
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Them bitches down though, come straight back after they get thru strippen
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I'm outta' town, next to the church see his lil' brotha cryin
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Told me his brotha killed himself, I said nigga you lyin
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He put the gun to his mouth and blew his brain out
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He couldn't handle this goddamn shit that we sang 'bout
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Boys To Men
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Pastor Troy |