| No Limit Studios
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| yea, yea, yea, can I speak to P?
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| P ain’y here
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| Hey yo, tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down South
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| Georgia Boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then what’s up we’ll
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| Go to war
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| Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha
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| Wha, Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!)
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!)
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!)
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!)
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| What’s up, Big mouth, Big talk, Big game
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| Teacher’s pet, takin' aim, pop the Tech, takin' aim
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| Plenty range, plenty shot
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| Plenty change, plenty Glock
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| Pack the heat and I’ma keep em' hot
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| And I’ma take my stress right off the top
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| Cuz I’m not, nothing like
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| Anyone, once on the mic
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| Wish you might, show ya right
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| Have ya’ll thinking I’m Barry White
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| In the night, pack em' tight, c all a fight, T.K.O
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| We got mo', you ain’t know, numero, uno
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| Keep a O we burnin slow, we optimo, y’all swisher sweets
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| And don’t compete, I’m too unique, sit back be quiet when the Pastor preach
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| I made the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself
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| It be Pastor Troy, D.S.G.B, represent until my death
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| And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it ain’t no fear
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| You can talk that in my ear, but it ain’t shit, 'til you come down here
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| And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it ain’t no fear
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| You can talk that in my ear, but it ain’t shit, 'til you come down here
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!)
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!)
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!)
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Fake real, fake soul, sold this, sold that
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| Story grew old, old 'vo's, old lac
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| But I’m back, verse two, and you, know me
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| Ain’t no, owe me, you die, slowly
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| Holy, Bible, assault, rifle
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| Thou shalt, not kill, unless they make you feel
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| Like they, superior, naw brah, who you wit'
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| D.S.G.B. |
| my clique, all the money that we can get
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| In the mint, gone and pick, I’m like Vick, Vapor Rub
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| Pinch a nick up out your dubb, who the fuck you think I was
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| Enough of, talkin', talkin', what’s up
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| Is we, actin up, you best, be backin up
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| Rember, re-up, red mouth, straighten me
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| All these niggas be hatin me, because we keep all the D
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| O-P, add a E, O.P.P. |
| we ain’t down
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| None of my folks don’t fuck around, quick to spit every round
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| Come on clown, you so bad, you so raw, you so mean
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| In the car, looking mean, all you see, is the green
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| I’m the king, of the thrown, still shown, every song
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| Punks due to not live too long, Pastor Troy and now it’s on
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!)
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!)
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!)
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| What say the fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit my hobby
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| Bought a little Arm & Hammer, cook it, then sell the copy
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| Got me watchin for coppers, all I want is to prosper
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| Niggas climbing with me, don’t know they claimin they «G»
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| So bump this beat cuz it’s real, just change your air change the station
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| Watch the story bout hatin', then another bout bassin'
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| I’m takin' riches to get it, but now I’m sick of this shit
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| So with these last couple of dollars, we gone flip it legit
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| I bought this beat machine, bout big as a calculator
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| Who would have ever dreamed we hit the studio later
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| Its like I owe them bassers, for making me take this serious
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| Wasn’t for the struggle cuz, you would not be hearin' this
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| In the mist I’m frisked bout three times a day
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| What I’m doing down here, nigga this where I stay
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| I just pray, that I relay, the message to some
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| And let them know, goddamn, ain’t no more play where I’m from
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!)
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!)
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!)
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
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| Now shit’s real |