[Verse 1]nSome gold glock started as Castor (Castor)nNaw nigga its the motherfuckin' Pastor (Pastor)nReady to rapchanHittin' my slap shiftnSumin' of the fifthnLet's burn another splifnPussy rowling, ass end of the weednLick the barel of my motherfuckin' Desert Ease'nAnd they ain't believe I'm on top of shit, straight rock ya shitnOk fuck the props and shitn'Cause when it all falls downnI'm shooting everybody aroundnYou better get downnYou better take covernIt's Pastor Troy I'mma killa motherfuckernI just brought the Ferrari, fire red of the lotnDamn what kinda money y'all got?nAnd then I heard yo new cd it sound softnFuck witcha boy PT and Face Off (Face Off nigga)nn[Chorus]nArrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we readynArrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we readynArrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we readynArrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we readynn[Verse 2]nVerse 2 nigga, yeahnEven when I sin catch the first stonenCross the line and get motherfuckin' rolled onn(blow) It's full blown, like motherfuckin' 'nadesnHand grenadesnMistakes you shouldn't madenBut you did as a kid, the gun slagganMom and pops knew I would be a gang banganBut I ain't had to rock the red or rock the bluuuenI had a mil' before I hit twenty twonBut look at you, you still workin' all frontsnYou might as well sell bluntsnWhy don't you go post up in magic citynSale cigars, while I'm tippin' me some titiesnNaw you can go to LA and ???nYou can be the one who parks my BenznIf that's even what I'm drivingnI got so many cars, don't know what to ride (again)nn[Chorus]nn[Verse 3]nI gotta lesson that y'all need to learnnSmith and Western, this court is adjournednA bad perm and a seven page rap sheetnI came up out the fuckin' suite, now lets seenFifty thousand, in the club wildin'nEverythangs free on ya boy PTnYa' see, some out here just have to waitnGOD already prepared yo' platenWhen circumstance, sealed like your last chancenPray to the Lord and help you advancenAnd you can, and you can, and you cannAnd you can, until he comes againnTo win don't always mean to always come firstnDon't wanna be first ridin' in a hurstnI rather live life, chill with the wifenThis is my sacrifice (sacrifice)nn[Chorus] n
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