Текст песни MGD f Lil` Blac, Pastor Troy - It`s Going Down Tonite
MGD f Lil` Blac, Pastor Troy - It`s Going Down Tonite слова песни
Hook: Pastor TroyYou ain`t ready boyLet`s set the record straightYou ain`t ready boyHalf you niggas fake(Recite 4x)Verse 1: MGDI`m sick and tired off this shitI got to set the record straightI`m the rapper you hate to loveAnd the thug you love to hateThese buster`s claim they trapping on my streetI ain`t never see you thereI ain`t never heard about no charge that you caught from there(Broh you know this muthafucker)I don`t know that muthafuckerNone of my Godby Road vets know that muthafuckerAin`t no soulja`s on G-RoadWe don`t take order`s dawgWe ain`t bout that military bullshit, hell nawNow I got these busters thinking, Who the hell is MGD?What the hell he talking bout?Is he really talking bout me?Now when we find out y`all gone hateI`m a set the trap wit the fire baitLock the doors so y`all can`t escapeGo outside and put chains on the gateNow won`t get scured cause you say you got a gunBoy I ain`t no punk, ain`t gone runY`all lame ass cats really don`t want noneI`m a git up in yo face like her shake her thongA blaze that blunt, jump down in the hole wit itAin`t nobody smiling like H2OI`m a let you in on a little something` that you knowCause you gone git gone when you hear the ???HookVerse 2: Lil` BlacNow believe when I tell youI ain`t the average nigga that you heard ofCause I`m dead fo` real about getting mine, committing murderMake you feel lost, strange, like Cameo you feel me (Word Up)Now trying the Pastor and MGD you getting hurt upNow last Mace track I was throwing Georgia bowsThis Mace track, I`m kicking down do`sKnow we clique deep, VIP, H2OGetting straight D, jumping down on hoesNow when you spot a hater tell on `emWe gone bring the hell on `emMake them busters fell like they 12 shawty, bail on `emI`m a move in quick, but penetrate slow like WeezyPut from the top of the roofShow you the real meaning of "Off the Heezy"Y`all boys ain`t no pimps, you and yo folk the holiceWell make ya self get gone, like that big block thang CapriceI got thugs on the left of me, gangster`s on the right of meWarriors in the back of meSoldiers get sprayedHookVerse 3: Pastor TroyNow they done let the wrong nigga bring church to a closeAll I`m thinking bout is money, muthafuck some hoesAnd I chose to snatch up the paper before it vanishedGeorgia Boy, I represent it a got damn itUse to walk around, head down looking sickFuck looking eye to eye, half these niggas talking shitThey quick to brag about the niggas they done smokedYou want to go to war, come fucking with my folkA joke, just like a fucking Laffy Taffy wrapperBut nope, cause it ain`t nann day with the PastorSo after you die guess who you got to come and seeI`m chilling in hell, D.S.G.B.I got Little Peter ready to bust ya headWe ain`t playing wit ya nigga, we leaving ya deadHeard you scared, claiming Godby Road that`s mineI`ll be rocking on these niggas until the sun shineHook