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PASTOR TROY lyrics : "Help Me Rhonda"

[Pastor Troy:]

KD had called and gave me the word

Said this ^!$$% had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
From the islands
As soon as K told me this %#@!, I started smiling

Cause all I could see was money piling
%#@!, on top of money
Now, ?? with the money for the week, and Chesapeake

The heat made my ^!$$% take a break
If I could catch all 10 of them (*##$es, and I don't look suspicious
I'ma sell the $#&@ing quart for the ?? the ha ha

As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice
If you gone do it ^!$$% do it ^!$$%, $#&@ thinking twice
This is ya ^!$$% for life

Go fight 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired
Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it

There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt
Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much,
I guess I'll take Rhonda, cause Rhonda don't give a $#&@

But first I got to pump her up
I'm give her what, 10 g's
Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me

Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse
But first we got to take these ^!$$%s to the hearse
Burst in they %#@!, get the bricks come back out

I'm be waiting in the chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out
If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich
Come on, %#@!, Rhonda, my down $$# (*##$


[Chorus: Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda (in background)]
I'm the realist (*##$

I'm mo' realer than reality
$#&@ that dumb %#@!, it take nothing to a casualty
[Repeat 4X]


Well I'm the realist (*##$
I'm mo realer than reality (well uh huh)

$#&@ that dumb %#@! (uh huh)
It take nothing to a casualty (what)
FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)

Coming back from St. Croix
First lady to Pastor Troy (well come on)
Even I'm a Georgia Boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (well uh huh)

All you got to say is where them #~!!@ ^!$$%s hangin' at (well uh huh)
Drop it like a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by myself (well uh huh)

$#&@ them #~!!@ mother$#&@ers and who ever else

[Pastor Troy:]


Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks

Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin'
Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk $$# fa' nothing
Now what's in store for you is 10 g's

(That's enough for me, I don't give a fat $#&@
what's the $#&@ing hold up?)
About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar

K had said them mother$#&@ers had a truck similiar
Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae %#@!
Two a.k.'s, me and my (*##$, one false move we gone spit

Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head mother$#&@er
Guess he most be know my (*##$, Rhonda watch them mother$#&@ers
That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. & Chesapeake

Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me
If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder
But for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder


[Chorus: (Repeat 4X)]

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