Текст песни Pastor Troy - It`s Too Late Now, We Ready!, слова песни Pastor Troy

Текст песни Pastor Troy - It`s Too Late Now, We Ready!

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Troy:What that shit talkingGuy:Uh,Pastor TroyTroy:Get the fuck away from my motherfuckin door Guy:(Knocking on door)This P nigga,I`mma sign you up niggaTroy:I do not feel like being disturbedGuy:That D.S.G.B. album was straight my niggaTroy:Will you please get away from my motherfuckin doorGuy:UUGGHHH!Troy:I`ll probly let your ass inNigga and I ain`t never going to the door, without my pieceI don`t know who`s on the other side, beauty or beastAnd If I do just happen to die, fuck that shitI hope they bury me and drop me quick, I`m getting sickThinkin bout my so called enemies, til I explodeGrab the motherfucking 45, it`s lock and loadAnd all these other pussy motherfuckers, they in dangerIt`s the wrong nigga to angerThe fucking dopeSlanger showed me how to do what I got to doin this industry to make a livinWhile all of my intentions was to avoid the prisonI`m still listenin for the Lord to tell me that I`m forgivenI`m drivin to the point of no return where water burnI learn that nobody out here really gives a damnI know I sell dope,I know I bust on bitches but from bitchesSo my nigga shit I am who I amAnd yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of deathIt`s pitch black so the shadow is a sceneI hear a faint voice red alertFuck that dirt and who you hurtYoung nigga persue your dreamsI started sellin dope when I was youngerWhat would you chooseSell motherfuckin dope or hungerIt`s up to youBut for me and the route I chose it wasn`t my choiceWho`s opinion who I need to voiceJust thank about it you`s that nigga with no familyAin`t got no moneySo you cant afford no sanity they thank it`s funnySo you run across the Tec 9 to kill the laughinThen they say they can`t believe this happenActions speak louder than words this counries yellingAnd do we go to Heaven or Hell it ain`t no tellingI put my trust in God and whats the odds of who`s the saverFuck em please come back saviorCuz it`s like this I don`t speak so they fuck my shitAnd now I`m faced with these crimes that I aint commitAnd It`s fucked up cuz them bitches be the main onesThey wanna stick a nigga for some shit they say he doneThese motherfuckers talking all about my danm funWhile toting guns, death is gonna be the outcomeFor all them niggaz, drink my liquor put my trust in GodI know that I must beat the odds, but this shit is hardI disregard everything that they taught in schoolWith no diploma making move nigga who`s the foolAs I sit with my strategy the game beginAnd the Lord take my life from me I crack a grinHa, Ha, HaTo friends tha missed the smilingHave no remorse nigga me and Jesus wildin, like thugsCheifing leaves, and drinkin HennessyLike on the cornerPicture God feelin marijuanaAs I relax and devilish demonds disapearI got the feeling that a nigga gonna love it hereI take ya BiblicalYall stay crunk off MystikalStay crunk off of PAs long as motherfuckin Georgia can listen to meWe Ready(till song fades)we ready nigga we aint giving a fuck about nobody,cuz we aint got shit to loose, I aint got shit, I aint jealous of these little lame motherfuckaz

Pastor Troy

It`s Too Late Now, We Ready!

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