[Pastor Troy]
  One...
  Two...
  Three...
  In the beginning, God created drugs
  And other thugs, with other thoughts
  The path that's never walked
  The class that's never taught
  Often sought, 'cause salt from player haters
  Make trials greater, all of my plans I must do later
  I made a buch of bad mistakes, some bad desicions
  But look at all this money I made, I ain't bitchin'
  I knew my position but my coach ain't put me in
  So, I quit this shit and started sellin' dope with friends
  I'm in this situation, I'm the only nigga cool
  These niggaz think they ballin' but these niggaz just confused
  But 'cause I love to lose, I'm muthafuckin' lost
  From muthafuckin' nothin' to muthafuckin' boss
  Face off

  {*heavy breathing*}

  I'm leavin' that joint like that