| Venom, all I spit is venom, a cobra
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| Flinch my teeth and I’mma ride till its over
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| I’m never sober, I’m fucked up now
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| Say you want pistol play, well then its Blah! |
| Blah!
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| Cause I’m the Pastor leader of a wicked church
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| Get ta busting out in public, gives a fuck who I hurt
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| Them hits was weak for the 2 triple O
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| Bitch ask me if I got your CD, ah naw ho
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| Cause I am not from the city of bullshitting
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| As soon as we come its time for wig splitting
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| Your debt is bitten, I want undivided attention
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| You say you pimping, I send my niggas for the lynching
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| Drenching your blood, God forgive 'em but we have sinned
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| Them Georgia boys, when we come we come like men
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| Fresh out of pen, I’m standing dead off in da' blaze
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| With a fifth of remy pulling the pin out my grenade
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| (Get paid!)
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| I come from tha city that deh' don’t play by rules
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| I come from the city tha deh' ride on fucking fools
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| A this tha city, this tha city, this tha city (Well Uh-huh)
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| Okay I come from the city, if you lame its going to be ugly
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| A bunch of niggas biting my game but they can’t touch me
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| I don’t drink bubbly, I’m drinking remy out the bottle
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| Bout 5 Benz follow, my city is off the throttle
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| I heard you hard, heard you the one that crunk the style
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| Don’t drop your card, I got the lowest in the pile
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| You cracking smiles, we cracking mugs selling drugs
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| We what hoes love, ATL fucking thugs
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| Its real boy, you know the his-tory
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| Mac 10's popping high ca-pa-city
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| My whole team praying that you make some noise
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| So we can introduce you to them big boys, yeah
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| I got killers doing time as I speak to you
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| Then some mo' in the streets right next to you
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| And fore you can say Troy it wasn’t me cuz
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| I’mma hit you wit the whole 63 cuz
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| You see a bitch slap a bitch oh' really
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| See you a fucking joker and I’m not fucking tickled
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| When blood trickle, that’s me up out the F-350
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| Ya feet best of be kicking ya ass a damn skippy
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| In my city ain’t no games, we learn your name
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| And where you went to school at, and where you used to hang
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| And when I run across ya is where I’m going to drop ya
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| Breaking your punk ass off something proper
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| I come from tha city that deh' don’t play by rules
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| I come from the city tha deh' ride a fucking fool
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| Well this tha city, this tha city, this tha city |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This tha City , by - Pastor Troy. Song from the album The Best of Pastor Troy, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп