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Pastor Troy lyrics
Pastor Troy lyrics
"No More Play in G a Lyrics"
The Winter She Was Angry Lyrics
You don't look like me You don't talk like me You don't think like me You don't walk like me So why should I accept you When all you did was keep me down But now you're changin' How dare you turn yourself around (chorus) You used to slap me You used to push me into the door You used to beat me But why don't you hit me anymore? So now you say you're sorry But I know that's the counseling talking So you're struggling to keep me on The tightrope that I'm walking You took the strap to me But I played your little games I came to take it for granted Why did you stop my pain? (chorus) Well now that it's over Where will I get my welts How do I recover W
You don't look like me You don't talk like me You don't think like me You don't walk like me So why should I accept you When all you did was keep me down But now you're changin' How dare you turn yourself around (chorus) You used to slap me You used to push me into the door You used to beat me But why don't you hit me anymore? So now you say you're sorry But I know that's the counseling talking So you're struggling to keep me on The tightrope that I'm walking You took the strap to me But I played your little games I came to take it for granted Why did you stop my pain? (chorus) Well now that it's over Where will I get my welts How do I recover W
(phone ringing)
Pastoer troy: yall watch this, watch this (laughs)
Guy on phone: no limit studios
Pastoer troy: yea, yea, yea, can I speak to p?
Guy on phone: p ainy here
Pastoer troy: hey yo, tell him that pastor troy and them down south
Georgia boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then whats up well
Go to war
Voices in background:
Wha, wha, wha, wha,(gunfire) wha, wha, (gunfire) wha
Wha, wha, wha, (gunfire) wha, wha, wha, wha
Chorus: pastor troy (voices in bacground)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
Pastor troy:
Whats up, big mouth, big talk, big game
Teachers pet, takin aim, pop the tech, takin aim
Plenty range, plenty shot
Plenty change, plenty glock
Pack the heat and ima keep em hot
And ima take my stress right off the top
Cuz Im not, nothing like
Anyone, once on the mic
Wish you might, show ya right
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Divorce Lyrics
She's breaking up, she's falling down She's holding her fists up now Her eyes meet my face but we don't look the same She walks away, on bloody knees Her swollen face hides her tears My mind strains for words but my tongue won't obey You're just a shadow now of the girl I used to know Your broken song is maimed and slow You strain your face to bear that smile Your teeth clenched tightly all the while and though you search so thoroughly for some place to put the blame It only rests on angry shoulders (chorus) and you don't look the same Your pretty face now contorted haggard with shame I try to recognize your anger I try to recognize your hatredave yall thinking Im barry white
In the night, pack em tight,c all a fight, t.k.o.
We got mo, you aint know, numero, uno,
Keep a o we burnin slow, we optimo, yall swisher sweets
And dont compete, Im too unique, sit back be quiet when the pastor preach
I made the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself
It be pastor troy, d.s.g.b, represent until my death
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear
You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, til you come down here
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear
You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, til you come down here
Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Pastor troy:
Fake real, fake soul, sold this, sold that
Story grew old, old vos, old lac
But Im back, verse two, and you, know me
Aint no, owe me, you die, slowly
Holy, bible, assault, rifle
Thou s
Like they, superior, naw brah, who you wit
D.s.g.b. my clique, all the money that we can get
In the mint, gone and pick, Im like vick, vapor rub
Pinch a nick up out your dubb, who the fuck you think I was
Enough of, talkin, talkin, whats up
Is we, actin up, you best, be backin up
Rember, re-up, red mouth, straighten me
All these niggaz be hatin me, because we keep all the d
O-p, add a e, o.p.p. we aint down
None of my folks dont fuck around, quick to spit every round
Come on clown, you so bad, you so raw, you so mean
In the car, looking mean, all you see, is the green
Im the king, of the thrown, still shown, every song
Punks due to not live too long, pastor troy and now its on
Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
What say the fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Pastor troy: ("we ready!" in background for last 8 lines)
I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit my hobby,
The Red Plains Lyrics
Four walls I built one winter She came to share my name For years we lived as lovers on the open plains Far off the heat wave shimmers Pipelines and the gasoline One day it all came running like a bad dream Fire, smoke-filled lungs I hope I'll be standing when the day is done We're CHORUS Staring out on the red plains And we're hiding out from the smoke and the rage A lifetime living on the red plains Watching out as it all goes up in flames Get up Sunday morning Repent for Friday night Don't let 'em tell you it's gonna be a fair fight I gave her clothes and a diamond She loved the things that shine But one day the gold and the silver get l
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Bought a little arm & hammer, cook it, then sell the copy,She's breaking up, she's falling down She's holding her fists up now Her eyes meet my face but we don't look the same She walks away, on bloody knees Her swollen face hides her tears My mind strains for words but my tongue won't obey You're just a shadow now of the girl I used to know Your broken song is maimed and slow You strain your face to bear that smile Your teeth clenched tightly all the while and though you search so thoroughly for some place to put the blame It only rests on angry shoulders (chorus) and you don't look the same Your pretty face now contorted haggard with shame I try to recognize your anger I try to recognize your hatred
In the night, pack em tight,c all a fight, t.k.o.
We got mo, you aint know, numero, uno,
Keep a o we burnin slow, we optimo, yall swisher sweets
And dont compete, Im too unique, sit back be quiet when the pastor preach
I made the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself
It be pastor troy, d.s.g.b, represent until my death
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear
You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, til you come down here
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear
You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, til you come down here
Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Pastor troy:
Fake real, fake soul, sold this, sold that
Story grew old, old vos, old lac
But Im back, verse two, and you, know me
Aint no, owe me, you die, slowly
Holy, bible, assault, rifle
Thou s
Subway Lyrics
it was five o'clock 'cause i checked my watch when i woke back up on the subway and i missed my stop it was 10 blocks back but i liked my seat so i kept it and i'm still surprised that you stayed with me 'till my first mistake of the century it was so extreme i controlled my dreams with the radio and the late show
alt, not kill, unless they make you feelit was five o'clock 'cause i checked my watch when i woke back up on the subway and i missed my stop it was 10 blocks back but i liked my seat so i kept it and i'm still surprised that you stayed with me 'till my first mistake of the century it was so extreme i controlled my dreams with the radio and the late show
Like they, superior, naw brah, who you wit
D.s.g.b. my clique, all the money that we can get
In the mint, gone and pick, Im like vick, vapor rub
Pinch a nick up out your dubb, who the fuck you think I was
Enough of, talkin, talkin, whats up
Is we, actin up, you best, be backin up
Rember, re-up, red mouth, straighten me
All these niggaz be hatin me, because we keep all the d
O-p, add a e, o.p.p. we aint down
None of my folks dont fuck around, quick to spit every round
Come on clown, you so bad, you so raw, you so mean
In the car, looking mean, all you see, is the green
Im the king, of the thrown, still shown, every song
Punks due to not live too long, pastor troy and now its on
Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
What say the fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Pastor troy: ("we ready!" in background for last 8 lines)
I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit my hobby,
Four walls I built one winter She came to share my name For years we lived as lovers on the open plains Far off the heat wave shimmers Pipelines and the gasoline One day it all came running like a bad dream Fire, smoke-filled lungs I hope I'll be standing when the day is done We're CHORUS Staring out on the red plains And we're hiding out from the smoke and the rage A lifetime living on the red plains Watching out as it all goes up in flames Get up Sunday morning Repent for Friday night Don't let 'em tell you it's gonna be a fair fight I gave her clothes and a diamond She loved the things that shine But one day the gold and the silver get l
Got me watchin for coppers, all I want is to prosper,
Niggaz climbing with me, dont know they claimin they "g"
So bump this beat cuz its real, just change your air change the station
Watch the story bout hatin, then another bout bassin
Im takin riches to get it, but now Im sick of this shit
So with these last couple of dollars, we gone flip it legit
I bought this beat machine, bout big as a calculator
Who would have ever dreamed we hit the studio later,
Its like I owe them bassers, for making me take this serious
Wasnt for the struggle cuz, you would not be hearin this
In the mist Im frisked bout three times a day,
What Im doing down here, nigga this where I stay
I just pray, that I relay, the message to some
And let them know, goddamn, aint no more play where Im from
Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Now shits real