But, tonight's much worsa', and um Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men Hand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb's Pastor Troy
A couple cases of anthrax Though I ain't sweatin' Me and my homies got army gadgets No, it ain't magic You bomb me, I bomb you This is Sadam, too Pastor
What's up, big mouth, you still talkin' huh Pastor, blast ya, okay, and well uh huh This for, all those, niggas, that talk the talk Fuck nigga, I walk
soldier stance I ain't come to dance, I came to crank this mothafucka up He think he the man you tell that nigga I said what Pastor nigga [chorus (repeat
real ATL playa style Ayo, you can't pimp a pimp playa Niggaz is trippin', my shoes is tied up Big boss pimpin', tell ya' bitch I said wassup? Pastor,
[pastor troy talking] Pastor, disaster I'm just laying down my bass shit You know my bass my bass one Y'all God damn (well un-huh nigga) Crank that bitch
uhh huh) & back to the where (uhh huh) You know that I'm there cause they here me sayin' yeah The pastor baby I'm hard as a rock They claimin' they done kicked troy
fuck with me I got some real g's and then some g's that I teach them niggas and lay low off in Cadillac Off in the Cadillac, 2002 edition It's Pastor Troy
[Intro] Yeah. Spent a long time watching the game come to find out them bustas is lame SADDAM HUSSEIN And even though they wanna stop my reign I don?
Richmond team and I'ma ride till its over I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now Say you want pistol play well then its Blah! Blah! Cause I'm the pastor
the pain enhances the misery swells im screamin' ya name from a mountain in hell im so low that the grounds above me it seems as if no one cares to love
, BANG BANG BANG TWO FEET AWAY, POINT BLANK RANGE THANK IT'S A GAME I'M HELL TO DEAL WIT AND THEN I'MA BURY THE SHELL YA PUNK BITCH PASTOR TROY TALKIN
Girls shakin that ass boy (Yeah) Shakin that ass all in yo lil young face nigga (Yall know it's on) Them girls say, "Troy bring another Pop That Pussy
Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (x 8) Verse 1 Now let's pray lord have mercy, help 'em God Pastor Troy baby, and I'm coming
one, hopin one, day she could be wifey. Thugged up from da flo up but hell dats why she like it, So politely, I asked her, why does she love da pastor
(Pastor Troy) ooh, ooh, ooh yeah, this for da clones in the ATL, With them fake a** chains, For all the flexy a** ni**az comin' outta Atlanta, Verse
Yeah! ay yo, this ya boy p troy right, and this joint right here is for all dem ni**az, comin' to shows, We crank that thang up, Ya'll already know what
Pastor Troy talking: aww, yall know what time it is, man I ain't bout to be out her all day. Brang dem cars out, Brang dem cars out, Brang dem cars out
