[Troy:] What that shit talkingn[Guy:] Uh, Pastor Troyn[Troy:] Get the fuck away from my motherfuckin door n[Guy: (Knocking on door)] This P nigga, I'mma sign you up niggan[Troy:] I do not feel like being disturbedn[Guy:] That D.S.G.B. album was straight my niggan[Troy:] Will you please get away from my motherfuckin doorn[Guy:] UUGGHHH!n[Troy:] I'll probly let your ass innnNigga and I ain't never going to the door, without my piecenI don't know who's on the other side, beauty or beastnAnd If I do just happen to die, fuck that shitnI hope they bury me and drop me quick, I'm getting sicknThinkin bout my so called enemies, til I explodenGrab the motherfucking 45, it's lock and loadnAnd all these other pussy motherfuckers, they in dangernIt's the wrong nigga to angernThe fucking dopenSlanger showed me how to do what I got to donin this industry to make a livinnWhile all of my intentions was to avoid the prisonnI'm still listenin for the Lord to tell me that I'm forgivennI'm drivin to the point of no return where water burnnI learn that nobody out here really gives a damnnI know I sell dope,I know I bust on bitches but from bitchesnSo my nigga shit I am who I amnAnd yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of deathnIt's pitch black so the shadow is a scenenI hear a faint voice red alertnFuck that dirt and who you hurtnYoung nigga persue your dreamsnI started sellin dope when I was youngernWhat would you choosenSell motherfuckin dope or hungernIt's up to younBut for me and the route I chose it wasn't my choicenWho's opinion who I need to voicenJust thank about it you's that nigga with no familynAin't got no moneynSo you cant afford no sanity they thank it's funnynSo you run across the Tec 9 to kill the laughinnThen they say they can't believe this happennActions speak louder than words this counries yellingnAnd do we go to Heaven or Hell it ain't no tellingnI put my trust in God and whats the odds of who's the savernFuck em please come back saviornCuz it's like this I don't speak so they fuck my shitnAnd now I'm faced with these crimes that I aint commitnAnd It's fucked up cuz them bitches be the main onesnThey wanna stick a nigga for some shit they say he donenThese motherfuckers talking all about my danm funnWhile toting guns, death is gonna be the outcomenFor all them niggaz, drink my liquor put my trust in GodnI know that I must beat the odds, but this shit is hardnI disregard everything that they taught in schoolnWith no diploma making move nigga who's the foolnAs I sit with my strategy the game beginnAnd the Lord take my life from me I crack a grinnHa, Ha, HanTo friends tha missed the smilingnHave no remorse nigga me and Jesus wildin, like thugsnCheifing leaves, and drinkin HennessynLike on the cornernPicture God feelin marijuananAs I relax and devilish demonds disapearnI got the feeling that a nigga gonna love it herenI take ya BiblicalnYall stay crunk off MystikalnStay crunk off of PnAs long as motherfuckin Georgia can listen to menn[We Ready (17x) (till song fades)]nnwe ready nigga we aint giving a fuck about nobody,ncuz we aint got shit to loose, I aint got shit, nI aint jealous of these little lame motherfuckaz
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