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Pastor Troy - About to go down

Tekst :

[Chorus]

It s bout to go down (15x)

[Pastor Troy]
Yeah
Ay yo, this ya boy PT baby
Ay y all man it s 2004 man, it s the new year, y all know what time it is
It s going down
PT, 2004
YEAH!

[Verse 1]
It s going down, this the year
Ice ya wrist baby, rock ya ear
Put ya mink on, get ya drink on
It s going down, it s going down
Pop the Crys baby, pop the Mo
Where the blunts at, blaze the dro
It s going down, listen here
2004, this the year
It s going down

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
It s going down, I m afraid
This the year, we getting paid
I m talking big cheese
I m talking Bentley s
It s going down, it s going down
2004 baby, make some noise
For them Down South Georgia Boys
Get ya home girls, they can ride too
If ya going with me, it s going down boo

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
It s going down, I m feeling good
Another year, to rep my hood
It s going down, I m buying whips
Take a month man, take a trip
It s going down, I m in Brazil
With two white hoes, I m bout to chill
So it was real, later boss
Don t hit the cell phone, it s turned off

[Chorus]

Pastor Troy - Brang yo army

Tekst :

(feat. Peter the Disciple, Blackout, Pinhead)

by N/A
[Verse 1: Peter the Disciple]

I walk in hell, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting
Throwing bows, showing gold s, and smoking dro s
Drinking yak in the back, presidential
Hand in hand with the devil, my team imperial
We don t hang with that busta they call Miracle
The First Disciple, 30 shots from the rifle
Grab his soul like a reaper
A.k.a. better known as Lil Peter
Light em up with the powder
Best believe I m a rider
The Pastor said sic him and whoever else with em
And watch me and my boys go and flip him, we ready

[Pastor Troy]
[I think somebody s bout to die 4x then to background of hook]

[Hook: 4x]

You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army
Dez Georgia Rebels ain t gone let nobody harm me

[Verse 2: Blackout]

Killa, disabled, stable, mentally challenged the name em
But yet I manage over God given talents
Enter near it, cause ravage and repercussions, and damages
Pimpin at them, Iceberg slim, seeking Titanic
Creeping steady slow
Bobin and weavin we broke a do
Complication rules the nation so I roll while I smoke
This one goes out to my folk
This one they caught in they smoke
Bungey jumping, hang gliding, and sliding of ski slopes
Went from selling busta s dope, over used to be coke
I can t cope, cut throat, rhymes over dope
I go fo broke

[Verse 3: Pinhead]

Smoking on that reefer, with the street sweepers
Suckers I got wiped up can t run from the grand reaper
Peep a, Miracle game so lame that you can t show
You tried to steal a track from the Pastor and got caught
I brought my freaking folks
My folks that keep it real
We drinking on that Brandi and we handy with the steel
Better guard yo grill, hard to kill, like Steven Segal
Cause when I see him fall, I ma shatter his brains against the wall

[Pastor Troy]

[I think somebody s bout to die 4x then to background of hook]

[Hook: 4x]

You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army
Dez Georgia rebels ain t gone let nobody harm me

[Verse 4: Pastor Troy]

Okay they got me last and I m mad
And I m ready to fight
One hundred eighty pounds strong, but watch how I bite
They takin flight, cause this buster ackin like my amigo
Hit em seventeen times with that chrome desert eagle
These my people, in Georgia, ignore ya, I can t
Get dumped off in Miami riding on candy paint
Now would you believe I got a body in my trunk?
I m crunk out the window, hell yeah!, I shot the punk
The first to dump, the first one that punk scatter
I m high I m drunk, put I m still labeled that Pastor
So any bastard, that got plans to harm me
You best of be ready cause I got a army

[Pastor Troy]

[I think somebody s bout to die 4x then to background of hook]

[Hook till end]

You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army
Dez Georgia Rebels ain t gone let nobody harm me

Pastor Troy - For survival

Tekst :

This shit is for all the motherfuckin niggaz out there
doin what the fuck they gotta do to feed the family

[Pastor Troy]
Hangin up out the window, ready to blow
I m harassed by crackers, the stress of the Pastor
-Look in my eyes-
I m in the rain sellin my shadow
but it s gone still follow me, so I battle
-Nah, you gone make it-
Naw fuck that, cuz you lyin
Look at how many made it, and look at how many tryin
-So I guess you feel-
No now I don t feel, never fell never will
Ask Phil I kept it real yeah it s still blood spill
-Who they kill?-
All my folks
-How they die?-
Quickly, never really lived they life
but they died particularly anyone who kept it real
-Trap-
And so many old friends, prayin for my profit
Motherfucker talked to undercovers
-So you sell drugs?-
No, I show love, don t nobody love me
Papa wasnt there for me, momma never hugged me
Buggin me bout what I do, loan me a G or two
Just like I fuckin thought all you do is fuckin talk

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

I do what I wanna do, I do what I have to do
And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you
I do what i wanna do, I do what I have to do
And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you

[Pastor Troy]
When the pressure becomes too much upon my heart
where the fuck I m posed to go?
Flex em like these other folks, fuck that shit twist mo smoke
I m to now, take mo to death will probably scare me
Say I dont give a fuck no mo my nigga I am ready
God already prepared me for Hell so hell I m straight
Give me a house and crush up the house nuthin but weight
And I ma be the only Pastor that ll be burnin
No mistakes yeah you heard it, cuz it wasn t misworded
because ain t nobody perfect, who knows if God forgave you
Just because you done fucked up you askin him to save you
Behave you, or I ll be forced to grab my rifle
And anything I do will be done in my survival

[chorus]

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