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PASTOR TROY lyrics : "It's Too Late Now, We Ready!!!"

[Troy:] What that %#@! talking
[Guy:] Uh, Pastor Troy
[Troy:] Get the $#&@ away from my mother$#&@in door

[Guy: (Knocking on door)] This P ^!$$%, I'mma sign you up ^!$$%
[Troy:] I do not feel like being disturbed
[Guy:] That D.S.G.B. album was straight my ^!$$%

[Troy:] Will you please get away from my mother$#&@in door
[Guy:] UUGGHHH!
[Troy:] I'll probly let your $$# in


^!$$% and I ain't never going to the door, without my piece
I don't know who's on the other side, beauty or beast

And If I do just happen to die, $#&@ that %#@!
I hope they bury me and drop me quick, I'm getting sick
Thinkin bout my so called enemies, til I explode

Grab the mother$#&@ing 45, it's lock and load
And all these other #~!!@ mother$#&@ers, they in danger
It's the wrong ^!$$% to anger

The $#&@ing dope
Slanger showed me how to do what I got to do
in this industry to make a livin

While all of my intentions was to avoid the prison
I'm still listenin for the Lord to tell me that I'm forgiven
I'm drivin to the point of no return where water burn

I learn that nobody out here really gives a damn
I know I sell dope,I know I bust on (*##$es but from (*##$es
So my ^!$$% %#@! I am who I am

And yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
It's pitch black so the shadow is a scene
I hear a faint voice red alert

$#&@ that dirt and who you hurt
Young ^!$$% persue your dreams
I started sellin dope when I was younger

What would you choose
Sell mother$#&@in dope or hunger
It's up to you

But for me and the route I chose it wasn't my choice
Who's opinion who I need to voice
Just thank about it you's that ^!$$% with no family

Ain't got no money
So you cant afford no sanity they thank it's funny
So you run across the Tec 9 to kill the laughin

Then they say they can't believe this happen
Actions speak louder than words this counries yelling
And do we go to Heaven or Hell it ain't no telling

I put my trust in God and whats the odds of who's the saver
$#&@ em please come back savior
Cuz it's like this I don't speak so they $#&@ my %#@!

And now I'm faced with these crimes that I aint commit
And It's $#&@ed up cuz them (*##$es be the main ones
They wanna stick a ^!$$% for some %#@! they say he done

These mother$#&@ers talking all about my danm fun
While toting guns, death is gonna be the outcome
For all them ^!$$%z, drink my liquor put my trust in God

I know that I must beat the odds, but this %#@! is hard
I disregard everything that they taught in school
With no diploma making move ^!$$% who's the fool

As I sit with my strategy the game begin
And the Lord take my life from me I crack a grin
Ha, Ha, Ha

To friends tha missed the smiling
Have no remorse ^!$$% me and Jesus wildin, like thugs
Cheifing leaves, and drinkin Hennessy

Like on the corner
Picture God feelin !@!@&&
As I relax and devilish demonds disapear

I got the feeling that a ^!$$% gonna love it here
I take ya Biblical
Yall stay crunk off Mystikal

Stay crunk off of P
As long as mother$#&@in Georgia can listen to me


[We Ready (17x) (till song fades)]

we ready ^!$$% we aint giving a $#&@ about nobody,

cuz we aint got %#@! to loose, I aint got %#@!,
I aint jealous of these little lame mother$#&@az

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