Текст песни Pastor Troy - Stop Tryin`
Pastor Troy - Stop Tryin` слова песни
{*Pastor Troy and Lil Pete adlibs*}[Pastor Troy]They had me dodgin` the law, while I was serving my rawThough I was young in the game, a lot of things I sawI just bought that fifty pack, and just believed in meAnd with barely could ease, that fifty pack fit the peasI got mo` cheese than Kraft, but teachers laughed at meThey asked me what would I be with out my damn degreeI told them they would see me on T.v. and videosI`m all about that money, y`all can have them hoesAnd I got goals, I know that I can do all thingsCause now I make my beats, I write, I singAnd pain was my stepping stoneHelp me realize shit, even my own`ll do me wrongBut y`all a never stop me, `cause see I got this game in orderStarted off with a fifty pack, with dreams of a quarterCatching that thing from the border, and leave my enemies cryingI will never be stopped, so you can stop ya` tryin`Chorus: Stop tryin` nigga [Pastor Troy]Okay my money was mandatory, the glory of wealthIt`s plenty niggas with promises, I keep them myselfI`m 15 on this grind, but my age don`t matterAll they want is that butter, from whoever come fasterAnd I was after a monoply, ambition to ruleBe the Hitler of this game, if I keep my coolI`m counting money every morning from the previous nightGo and spend, ten with Twin, heard he packing `em tightI`m sitting right, I`m right where I wanted to beAin`t no mo` fifty packs for me, give me the whole kiAnd I`m sure that you agree that I be hard to stopIn the three, yes three, years, I went from block to blockAnd now these haters are hot, cause I done locked the counterGot the calibur glock, because I know that they `round meFound me laughing at these pussy boys, making me sickWhile y`all be shooting for attention, I be shooting to hitAnd who I`m with don`t matter, cause I`m gone handle my ownGot them DOWN SOUTH GEORGIA BOYS in case you get wrongIt won`t be long `till doctors doing autopsyCause reason for death, its` gone send back to meCause y`all can`t stop me, nigga, shit, this game in orderStarted off with a fifty pack with dreams of a quarterCatching that thing from the border, leave my enemies cryin`I will never be stopped, so y`all can stop ya` tryin`Chorus[Pastor Troy]Shit, fatalities get numerous, smother with coverSend a dead rose to his mother labeled that hustla`And they say that that`s a small price, I disagreeIf ya` stuck between a small life, unlike meI can`t see myself going out, without a battlePut the bomb on the stadium, aviod the hassleFlip the tassle, I`m a skull cap, I graduatedFrom the school of hard knocks, nigga, others ain`t make itSo I make it my duty to be richer than Rudy, yeah RamoCause this here pay way mo`, you decideAnd ain`t no mo` lettin` me ride, hell nah shawtyBe starrin` down the barrel of that autieDon`t test me, arrest me, I`m out like Gotti, without a clueTell the judge that they besta pop me, or die too!County blue, not my forteI`m only comfortable when I got on that grind with what, with a a.k. And with a couple of banana clips, dip in ya lipBetter hush when I hit that hip, and disconnect itPerfect it, from day to day, I take game and call it stayin`And watch em` pay, I ain`t the oneMany come up, until I dump `em, but then they scatterI leave ya` mamma asking ya` baby what`s the matterI`m after ya` ligaments, no movementFrom Down South Georgia bitch, I REPRESENT!!!Convince the jury, we done payed them offEvidence don`t matter, since they paid, you lostI`m the boss, that cost ain`t even worth conversationPastor Troy, the pastor of the true congregationBlood wasting if ya` cross me, ya` lost me cuzWas a eye for a eye, now its` SLUG FOR A SLUG!June Bug know I lay `em low, that 44, he got`s to goShit, he got`s to go, shitNigga stop tryin` nigga, stop tryin`