Face Off
Pastor Troy lyrics
Pastor Troy lyrics
"Brang Yo Army(feat. Peter the Disciple, Blackout, Pinhead Lyrics"
Something Somewhere Lyrics
Still you?re near. Still you call. The fears and sighs, I hear them all. Like those Christmas times, When we would not sleep, Just lay there warm and proud -- All your wishes for something somewhere... And it?s never far ?- oh, what all we were. But all that?s changing now. All your wishes for something somewhere. T
Still you?re near. Still you call. The fears and sighs, I hear them all. Like those Christmas times, When we would not sleep, Just lay there warm and proud -- All your wishes for something somewhere... And it?s never far ?- oh, what all we were. But all that?s changing now. All your wishes for something somewhere. T
[Verse 1: Peter the Disciple]
I walk in hell, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting
Throwing bows, showing gold's, and smoking dro's
Drinking yak in the back, presidential
Hand in hand with the devil, my team imperial
We don't hang with that busta they call Miracle
The First Disciple, 30 shots from the rifle
Grab his soul like a reaper
A.k.a. better known as Lil' Peter
Light 'em up with the powder
Best believe I'm a rider
The Pastor said sic him and whoever else with 'em
And watch me and my boys go and flip him, we ready
[Pastor Troy]
[I think somebody's bout to die 4x then to background of hook]
[Hook: 4x]
You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army
Dez Georgia
Can't Not Lyrics
breakin' 'em off a piece of my wicked funky style up front str8 up, no hiding behind a facade conformed society's way masses try to fit in, sin after sinner up inner higher self discriminatin' against the ways others are livin' their live's but i's real different yes a unique open mind just fuckin' sittin' around here totally bored just waitin' for fate to let me conquer my goals,
Rebels ain't gone let nobody harm mebreakin' 'em off a piece of my wicked funky style up front str8 up, no hiding behind a facade conformed society's way masses try to fit in, sin after sinner up inner higher self discriminatin' against the ways others are livin' their live's but i's real different yes a unique open mind just fuckin' sittin' around here totally bored just waitin' for fate to let me conquer my goals,
[Verse 2: Blackout]
Killa, disabled, stable, mentally challenged the name 'em
But yet I manage over God given talents
Enter near it, cause ravage and repercussions, and damages
Pimpin' at them, Iceberg slim, seeking Titanic
Creeping steady slow
Bobin' and weavin' we broke a do'
Complication rules the nation so I roll while I smoke
This one goes out to my folk
This one they caught in they smoke
Bungey jumping, hang gliding, and sliding of ski slopes
Went from selling busta's dope, over used to be coke
I can't cope, cut throat, rhymes over dope
I go fo' broke
[Verse 3: Pinhead]
Smoking on that reefer, with the street sweepers
Suckers I got wiped u
My Funny Valentine Lyrics
My funny Valentine Sweet comic Valentine You make me smile with my heart Your looks are laughable Unphotographable Yet you're my favourite work of art Is your figure less than Greek Is your mouth a little weak When you open it to speak Are you smart? But don't change a hair for me Not if you care for me Stay little Valentin
p can't run from the grand reaperMy funny Valentine Sweet comic Valentine You make me smile with my heart Your looks are laughable Unphotographable Yet you're my favourite work of art Is your figure less than Greek Is your mouth a little weak When you open it to speak Are you smart? But don't change a hair for me Not if you care for me Stay little Valentin
Peep a, Miracle game so lame that you can't show
You tried to steal a track from the Pastor and got caught
I brought my freaking folks
My folks that keep it real
We drinking on that Brandi and we handy with the steel
Better guard yo grill, hard to kill, like Steven Segal
Cause when I see him fall, I'ma shatter his brains against the wall
[Pastor Troy]
[I think somebody's bout to die 4x then to background of hook]
[Hook: 4x]
You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army
Dez Georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me
[Verse 4: Pastor Troy]
Okay they got me last and I'm mad
And I'm ready to fight
One hundred eighty pounds strong, but watch how I bite
They takin flight, cause this buster ackin' like my amigo
Hit 'em seventeen times with that chrome desert eagle
These my people, in Georgia, ignore ya, I can't
Get dumped off in Miami riding on candy paint
Now would you believe I got a body in my trunk?
I'm crunk out the window, hell yeah!, I shot the punk
The first to dump, the first one that punk scatter
I'm high I'm drunk, put I'm still labeled that Pastor
So any bastard, that got plans to harm me
You best of be ready cause I got a army
[Pastor Troy]
[I think somebody's bout to die 4x then to background of hook]
[Hook till end]
You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army
Dez Georgia Rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me