Pastor Troy

Pastor Troy - It's Too Late Now We Ready songtekst

Je score:

Guy:Uh Pastor Troy
 Troy:Get the fuck away from my motherfuckin door
 Guy:(Knocking on door)This P nigga I'mma sign you up nigga
 Troy:I do not feel like being disturbed
 Guy:That D.S.G.B. album was straight my nigga
 Troy:Will you please get away from my motherfuckin door
 Guy:UUGGHHH!
 Troy:I'll probly let your ass in

 Nigga and I ain't never going to the door,without my peice
 I don't know who's on the other side,you get a peice
 And If I do just happen to die,fuck that shit
 I hope they burry me and drop me quick
 I getting sick,
 Thinkin bout my so called enemies,till I explode
 Grab the motherfucking 45,it's lock and load
 And all these other pussy motherfuckers,they in danger
 It's the wrong nigga to anger
 The fucking dope
 Slanger showed me how to do,whatI got to do
 In this industry to make a livin
 While all of my intensions was to avoid the prison
 I'm still listenin for the Lord to tell me that I'm forgiven
 I'm drivin to the point of no return
 Where water burn
 I learn that nobody out here really gives a danm
 I know I sell dope,I know I bust on bitches but from bitches
 So my nigga shit I am who I am
 And Yay
 Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,Its pitch black so
 the shadow is a scene,
 I hear a faint voice red alert
 Fuck that dirt and who you hurt
 Young nigga persue your dreams
 I started sellin dope when I was younger
 What would you choose
 Sell motherfuckin dope or hunger
 It's up to you
 But for me and the route I chose it wasn't my chioce
 Who's opinion who I need to voice
 Just thank about it you's that nigga with no family
 Ain't got no money
 So you cant afford no saminy
 They thank it's funny
 So you run across the tech 9 to kill the laughin
 Then they say they can't believe this happen
 Actions speak louder than words this counries yelling
 And do we go to Heaven or Hell it ain't no telling
 I put my trust in God and whats the odds of who's the saver
 Fuck em please come back savior
 Cuz it's like this I don't speak so they fuck my shit
 And now I'm faced with these crimes that I aint commit
 And It's fucked up cuz them bitches be the main ones
 They wanna stick a nigga for some shit they say he done
 These motherfuckers talking all about my danm fun
 While toting guns, death is gonna be the outcome
 For all them niggaz, drink my liquor put my trust in God
 I know that I must beat the odds, but this shit is hard
 I disregard everything that they taught in school
 With no diploma making move nigga who's the fool
 As I sit with my strategy the game begin
 And the Lord take my life from me I crack a grin
 Ha, Ha, Ha
 To friends tha missed the smiling
 Have no remorse nigga me and Jesus wildin, like thugs
 Cheifing leaves, and drinkin Hennessy
 Like on the corner
 Picture God feelin marijuana
 As I relax and devilish demonds disapear
 I got the feeling that a nigga gonna love it here
 I take ya Biblical
 Yall stay crunk off Mystikal
 Stay crunk off of P
 As long as motherfuckin Georgia can listen to me

 We Ready(till song fades)

 talking:we ready nigga we aint giving a fuck about nobody,cuz we aint got
 shit to loose, I aint got shit, I aint jealous of these little lame
 motherfuckaz
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Madd Society Records, Candy Coated Management

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: We Ready (1999)

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