| Troy: What that shit talking
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| Guy: Uh, Pastor Troy
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| Troy: Get the fuck away from my motherfuckin door
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| Guy:(Knocking on door) This P nigga, I'mma sign you up nigga
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| Troy: I do not feel like being disturbed
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| Guy: That D.S.G.B. |
| album was straight my nigga
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| Troy: Will you please get away from my motherfuckin door
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| Guy: UUGGHHH!
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| Troy: I'll probly let your ass in
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| Nigga and I ain’t never going to the door, without my piece
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| I don’t know who’s on the other side, beauty or beast
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| And If I do just happen to die, fuck that shit
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| I hope they bury me and drop me quick, I’m getting sick
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| Thinkin bout my so called enemies, til I explode
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| Grab the motherfucking 45, it’s lock and load
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| And all these other pussy motherfuckers, they in danger
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| It’s the wrong nigga to anger
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| The fucking dope
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| Slanger showed me how to do what I got to do
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| In this industry to make a livin
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| While all of my intentions was to avoid the prison
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| I’m still listenin for the Lord to tell me that I’m forgiven
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| I’m drivin to the point of no return where water burn
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| I learn that nobody out here really gives a damn
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| I know I sell dope, I know I bust on bitches but from bitches
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| So my nigga shit I am who I am
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| And yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
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| It’s pitch black so the shadow is a scene
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| I hear a faint voice red alert
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| Fuck that dirt and who you hurt
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| Young nigga persue your dreams
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| I started sellin dope when I was younger
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| What would you choose
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| Sell motherfuckin dope or hunger
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| It’s up to you
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| But for me and the route I chose it wasn’t my choice
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| Who’s opinion who I need to voice
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| Just thank about it you’s that nigga with no family
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| Ain’t got no money
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| So you can’t afford no sanity they thank it’s funny
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| So you run across the Tec 9 to kill the laughin
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| Then they say they can’t believe this happen
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| Actions speak louder than words this counries yelling
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| And do we go to Heaven or Hell it ain’t no telling
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| I put my trust in God and whats the odds of who’s the saver
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| Fuck em please come back savior
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| Cuz it’s like this I don’t speak so they fuck my shit
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| And now I’m faced with these crimes that I ain’t commit
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| And It’s fucked up cuz them bitches be the main ones
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| They wanna stick a nigga for some shit they say he done
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| These motherfuckers talking all about my danm fun
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| While toting guns, death is gonna be the outcome
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| For all them niggas, drink my liquor put my trust in God
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| I know that I must beat the odds, but this shit is hard
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| I disregard everything that they taught in school
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| With no diploma making move nigga who’s the fool
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| As I sit with my strategy the game begin
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| And the Lord take my life from me I crack a grin
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| Ha, Ha, Ha
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| To friends tha missed the smiling
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| Have no remorse nigga me and Jesus wildin, like thugs
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| Cheifing leaves, and drinkin Hennessy
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| Like on the corner
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| Picture God feelin marijuana
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| As I relax and devilish demonds disapear
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| I got the feeling that a nigga gonna love it here
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| I take ya Biblical
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| Yall stay crunk off Mystikal
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| Stay crunk off of P
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| As long as motherfuckin Georgia can listen to me
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| We Ready (till song fades)
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| We ready nigga we ain’t giving a fuck about nobody
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| Cuz we ain’t got shit to loose, I ain’t got shit
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| I ain’t jealous of these little lame motherfuckaz |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's too Late Now, We Ready , by - Pastor Troy. Song from the album The Best of Pastor Troy, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп