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letra de we ready 2000 - pastor troy

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[verse 1: pastor troy]

these n-gg-s asking how i choose to die
just like a m-th-f-cking g is my only reply
hi 7, mac 11 with the shoulder slang
crank me up, b-tch i’m gunning killing everything
and my veins pumping nothing but this thug blood
maybe blue n-gg-, till i’m through n-gg-, yeah
situation got a n-gg- bout to self-destruct
better tell them n-gg-s i don’t give a f-ck
i make money, n-gg- money doesn’t make me
guess that’s why all these weak n-gg-s hate me
and lately i been letting a bunch of sh-t ride
but f-ck that where my m-th-f-cking forty-five

[hook 2x: (we ready in background)]

i sold my soul to the devil for a small price
i walk through m-th-f-cking h-ll screaming thug life
and i was asking everybody where the devil hang
i got them n-gg-s with me they be talking gang bang

[verse 2: pastor troy]

my head gone, cause i been on this earth long enuff,
in this land of little trust
where all my models and rubs, till i been bottled and brewed
and it’s been provin’ that it ain’t sh-t to prove
i move about a gram a so, but clientele won’t grow,
until all them basers know, that i keep that b-tter
a new face runs shop with me, said she need a 30 piece
but i can’t do sh-t because i think she’s undercover
my brother doing fed time, so i move nickels and dimes
praying when he comes out i can break him off
he taught me all the game, make them boys find our name
but from point blank range show them f-ckers we ain’t soft
i lost about a dozen of my cousins, homicide
how the h-ll am i supposed to hide the f-cking hurt
the many tears i cry, understanding me i tryed
then my cousin came to me and said coz go to work
now i’m grinding
my timing, perfect, pick a mack and me some clothing
the corner stores, the ski masks, the forty-fours
run up on ’em so slick, and get my pistol and click
give me the m-th-f-cking bag or i’m gone buss yo’ sh-t
now i came up, a fifteen thousand dollar lick
yeah red mouth, the pastor need about a brick, and now it’s on
strictly, quarters or grams,
them down south georgia boys done blew up on all ya’ll haters

[hook 2x: (we ready in background)]

i sold my soul to the devil for a small price
i walk through m-th-f-cking h-ll screaming thug life
and i was asking everybody where the devil hang
i got them n-gg-s with me they be talking gang bang

[verse 3: pastor troy]

i fill my mind with weed, uh,
i can’t believe my congregation is testing me
retailation would be less than me,
while praising me in my face
sh-t these the same m-th-f-ckers trying to take my place
i hate to waste yo blood and leave ya church clothes filthy
but believe i will do it without feeling guilty
let’s understand though the pastor, i’m still that n-gg-
praising the lord for blessing me with nica triggas, and laser beams
and my team, my original team, killers and bandates
try your best to understand it
n-gg- respect, i demand it
i feel it’s mandatory,
i’m popping on these n-gg-s as i give the lord the glory
like david, my slang shot human made
f-ck whirling rocks, n-gg- my n-gg-s got handgrenades
who payed?, i have layed my life on the line
cops pulling grind, got the pastor dodging one time
signs of holy wars
touting magnum forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac 11’s
there’s a hundred ways to die
up in the mist, surrounded by these evil men
got to stay hi’,
grab the pistol and i let ’em fly, just like hulk
so what, i thought you would’ve never done
n-gg- you did it and death will be the outcome
i sholl hate it but i put up with it long enuff
ashes to ashes, and dust to f-cking dust
don’t f-ck wit us

[hook 8x till end: (we ready in background)]

i sold my soul to the devil for a small price
i walk through m-th-f-cking h-ll screaming thug life
and i was asking everybody where the devil hang
i got them n-gg-s with me they be talking gang bang

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