[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]

These ^!$$%s asking how I choose to die

Just like a mutha$#&@ing G is my only reply
Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder slang
Crank me up, (*##$ I'm gunning killing everything

And my veins pumping nothing but this thug blood
Maybe blue ^!$$%, till I'm through ^!$$%, yeah
Situation got a ^!$$% bout to self-destruct

Better tell them ^!$$%s I don't give a $#&@
I make money, ^!$$% money doesn't make me
Guess that's why all these weak ^!$$%s hate me

And lately I been letting a bunch of %#@! ride
But $#&@ that where my mutha$#&@ing forty-five


[Hook 2x: (We Ready in background)]

I sold my soul to the devil for a small price

I walk through mutha$#&@ing hell screaming thug life
And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
I got them ^!$$%s with me they be talking gang bang


[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]


My head gone, cause I been on this earth long enuff,
In this land of little trust
Where all my models and rubs, till I been bottled and brewed

And it's been provin' that it ain't %#@! to prove
I move about a gram a so, but clientele won't grow,
until all them basers know, that I keep that butter

A new face runs shop with me, said she need a 30 piece
But I can't do %#@! because I think she's undercover
My brother doing fed time, so I move nickels and dimes

Praying when he comes out I can break him off
He taught me all the game, make them boys find our name
but from point blank range show them $#&@ers we ain't soft

I lost about a dozen of my cousins, homicide
How the hell am I supposed to hide the $#&@ing hurt
The many tears I cry, understanding me I tryed

Then my cousin came to me and said coz go to work
Now I'm grinding
My timing, perfect, pick a mack and me some clothing

The corner stores, the ski masks, the forty-fours
Run up on 'em so slick, and get my pistol and click
Give me the mutha$#&@ing bag or I'm gone buss yo' %#@!

Now I came up, a fifteen thousand dollar lick
Yeah Red Mouth, the Pastor need about a brick, and now it's on
Strictly, quarters or grams,

them down south georgia boys done blew up on all ya'll haters

[Hook 2x: (We Ready in background)]


I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
I walk through mutha$#&@ing hell screaming thug life

And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
I got them ^!$$%s with me they be talking gang bang


[Verse 3: Pastor Troy]

I fill my mind with weed, uh,

I can't believe my congregation is testing me
Retailation would be less than me,
While praising me in my face

%#@! these the same mutha$#&@ers trying to take my place
I hate to waste yo blood and leave ya church clothes filthy
But believe I will do it without feeling guilty

Let's understand though the Pastor, I'm still that ^!$$%
Praising the Lord for blessing me with nica triggas, and laser beams
And my team, my original team, killers and bandates

Try your best to understand it
^!$$% respect, I demand it
I feel its mandatory,

I'm popping on these ^!$$%s as I give the Lord the glory
Like David, My slang shot human made
$#&@ whirling rocks, ^!$$% my ^!$$%s got handgrenades

Who payed?, I have layed my life on the line
Cops pulling grind, got the Pastor dodging one time
Signs of holy wars
Touting magnum forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac 11's
There's a hundred ways to die

Up in the mist, surrounded by these evil men
Got to stay hi',
Grab the pistol and I let 'em fly, just like hulk
So what, I thought you would've never done
^!$$% you did it and death will be the outcome

I sholl hate it but I put up with it long enuff
Ashes to ashes, and dust to $#&@ing dust
Go head and buss

[Hook 8x till end: (We Ready in background)]


I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
I walk through mutha$#&@ing hell screaming thug life
And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
I got them ^!$$%s with me they be talking gang bang