| I’m out on a limb
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| I-I'm out on a limb-limb-limb
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| Well I’m Pastor Troy I got a license to kill
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| I shot that 50 cal. |
| in your motherfuckin' grill
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| Niggas talking shit but everybody got a tounge
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| What you got to say when I’m chillin' with my gun
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| PT nigga I got the license and I’m trifling
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| Catch him in his hood and get to motherfuckin' sniping
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| I wish them niggas would but them niggas ain’t real
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| A license- a license- a license to kill
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| I been in this game since them dukey roll chains
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| Chillin with my uncle off sellin' cocaine
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| Smoking weed with my friends when I was 10
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| Outside of the school drinking motherfuckin' gin
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| Well I’m Pastor Troy I got a license to kill
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| I think you know what time it is, it’s time to get real
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| Now what do we have here, a fuck nigga in fear
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| I run this land you understand I make my self clear
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| Well I’m Pastor Troy I got the license to murk
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| I leave them niggas dick in the motherfuckin' dirt
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| Been puttin' in work since I got my first pistol
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| From my 22 to my motherfuckin' missile
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| A L-I-c-ense to kill
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| Extreme heat (huh) is all you feel
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| A 100 round 223 you can’t dodge it
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| I put you on the beam and I’m making my deposit
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| Rockets, grenades, and the machete
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| Military issue K cause I’m ready
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| I’m dumpin' and I’m dumpin' so you better write your will
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| A license- a license- a license to kill |