Lyrics Dear Pac - Pastor Troy

Dear Pac

Georgia Boi
Im writen you today cause Im sick of dis
dis mutherfuckin rap game wit dat bullshit
I mean these muthafuckin niggas bout these hoes
tend to trust on any other two songs
they talk about chrome
these niggas wont kill shit and wont let shit die
but they thugs in da public eye
why I continue to tote pumps but minus da picture takin
as soon as dem hoes jump we handle dat situation
Im tired of da fakin
my balls big as Alaska
who wanna bless da Pastor
I ask ya before I muthafuckin cock my weapon
and watch how quick they muthafuckin ass be steppin
but it aint nuthin to run for
aint gone shoot shit what you tote da gun for
naw bra
(gun shots) boom boom
its P. t muthafucka they lookin for me im at my mansion in Augusta
im slick as butter
da human canon ball
and make no mistakes cause i will kill em all
I never fall cause im to busy comin up Im pullin my benz wit my monster truck
I cut a few friends but my endz still meet
and fuck sellin out cause I got love in da street
so Pac holla if ya at da Bahamas
Ima come and ball witcha it’ll be my honor
much luv for da game dat ya gave to me Pastor Troy representin D.S.G.B
much luv