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Pastor Troy lyrics
Pastor Troy lyrics
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Burnt Alive Lyrics
Burnt Alive She was burnt Alive Before the holy cross The priest of christ he knelt Oh help me mighty god And save me from this hell She still rejecting me Oh god why can't she see Tell me it's your will To set my seed free And g
Burnt Alive She was burnt Alive Before the holy cross The priest of christ he knelt Oh help me mighty god And save me from this hell She still rejecting me Oh god why can't she see Tell me it's your will To set my seed free And g
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga(x4)
P TROY NIGGA!
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga(x4)
[Pastor Troy]
Hit em, hit em, hit em, pray lord of mercy,
Help em God, Pastor Troy baby and I'm comin hard,
Had to sit back and see the big picture, prolly in the back seat bustin me a swisher,
So high I getcha, huffin and puffin, cussin over percussions, out the back field, two thousand yards rushin,
I'm struttin, I'm cuttin, I'm spinnin, I'm jukin, got your girlfriend on the sideline lookin,
Wassup baby, it's all a game, not the only one there is who maintains,
They all know my name I'm the heavyweight champ, I rock the b
Future Is in the Future Lyrics
If money talks than I?m a mime, If time is money than I?m out of time And I was once with a million quid Have a seat I?ll tell ya what I did Can?t sit down because I?m a dancer, And you know that I?m the answer Die slow die fast now Cause its never going to last now
elt and got some killas in my camp,If money talks than I?m a mime, If time is money than I?m out of time And I was once with a million quid Have a seat I?ll tell ya what I did Can?t sit down because I?m a dancer, And you know that I?m the answer Die slow die fast now Cause its never going to last now
This (???) has got me up, got me ready to shut the club down,
Take it all the way for a mothafuckin touchdown, less clown,
Dancin in the endzone, I'm lookin good I'm lookin strong,
Pastor Troy, bout to get you buck tell them ho's its on,
*Chorus*
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here, hell yeah!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[Gon get u buck nigga!]
If you came t
Chicken Huntin (Slaughterhouse mix) Lyrics
Well I'm headed down the southern trail, I'm goin' Chicken huntin'. Choppin' red neck chicken necks I ain't sayin' nothin' To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye, boom-shaka, boom-shaka, Hair chunks in the sky. Why? I, never liked chicken pot pie or the chopped chicken on rye. Tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up Slice, poke, chop-chop, stab, cut. "W
o get buck throw it up!Well I'm headed down the southern trail, I'm goin' Chicken huntin'. Choppin' red neck chicken necks I ain't sayin' nothin' To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye, boom-shaka, boom-shaka, Hair chunks in the sky. Why? I, never liked chicken pot pie or the chopped chicken on rye. Tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up Slice, poke, chop-chop, stab, cut. "W
If you came to get buck throw it up!
Eastside! Westside! Northside! Southside ho!
[Pastor Troy]
PT baby I came to get crunk, I don't get low I don't ATL stomp,
All I do is come through in the clutch,
Talk a lotta shit back a lotta shit up,
I'm bout to spit it real yo, mothafuckin dutch,
I'd rather grab I mic, then grab my nuts,
I got it in cruise control, I got it set,
From College Park, better early known as the DEC,
All over Zone 3, an Zone 4, every set that you claim, I gotta ho, ya know,
She ready! Prolly got more balls than you,
She ready! Hey there boo, what they do?
The Pastor,
Spaceman Lyrics
I see your face on television, Almost every day. In magazines and on the big screen, Close yet far away. Remember that night at my window, When I waved at you? I must have been only five or so, But I never forgot you I wonder why you chose those others An you never come to call on me When I'm the one who's waiting for you,<
after me there be three,I see your face on television, Almost every day. In magazines and on the big screen, Close yet far away. Remember that night at my window, When I waved at you? I must have been only five or so, But I never forgot you I wonder why you chose those others An you never come to call on me When I'm the one who's waiting for you,<
Two that ain't there and one you can't see,
Its just me, the PT cruisa,
I'm independent and I'm bout to do ya, and its...
*Chorus*
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here, hell yeah!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[Gon get u buck nigga!]
If you came to get buck throw it up!
If you came to get buck throw it up!
Eastside! Westside! Northside! Southside ho!