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Pastor Troy lyrics
Pastor Troy lyrics
"No Mo Play In GA Lyrics"
Sixteen Miles Lyrics
Early in the morning when the dew is on Each and every rose bud you will find me gone So knock me down and pick me up And knock me down again Break my heart steal my gold And slander my good name Seven lonely hours on the morning train Takes me to a place where I won't come back again Seven lonely Pullmans speedin' down the line Takin' me away from an old love of mine Sixteen miles to seven lakes way up among the pines In some hidden valley where the twirlin' river twines Where the fish swim up and down And the sparklin' water falls Where the thunder rolls And
Early in the morning when the dew is on Each and every rose bud you will find me gone So knock me down and pick me up And knock me down again Break my heart steal my gold And slander my good name Seven lonely hours on the morning train Takes me to a place where I won't come back again Seven lonely Pullmans speedin' down the line Takin' me away from an old love of mine Sixteen miles to seven lakes way up among the pines In some hidden valley where the twirlin' river twines Where the fish swim up and down And the sparklin' water falls Where the thunder rolls And
[phone ringing]
[Pastor Troy:] Y'all watch this, watch this
[laughs]
[Guy on phone:] No Limit Studios
[Pastor Troy:] yea, yea, yea, can I speak to P?
[Guy on phone:] P ain'y here
[Pastor Troy:] Hey yo, tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down South
Georgia Boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then what's up we'll
go to war
[Voices in background:]
Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha
Wha, Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha
[Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background)]
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
[Pastor Troy:]
What's up, Big mouth, Big talk, Big game
Teacher's pet, takin' aim, pop the Tech, takin' aim
Plenty range, plenty shot
Plenty change, plenty glock
Pack the heat and I'ma keep em' hot
And I'ma take my stress right off the top
Cuz I'm not, nothing like
Anyone, once on the mic
Wish you might, show ya right
Have ya'll thinking
Mad About You Lyrics
I know that you feel it Deep inside But you just won't admit it You've got too much pride Don't deny what's in your heart You're safe with me All your love is locked away Won't you set it free I endure the sleepless nights Filled with doubt And I try to comprehend Why you Shut me out If you're scared darling Just let me know You just gotta understand How I love you so Mad about you I feel a tide of love crash over me And I know the feelin' Is mutual but you just won't let it be Mad about you Lost beyond th
I'm Barry WhiteI know that you feel it Deep inside But you just won't admit it You've got too much pride Don't deny what's in your heart You're safe with me All your love is locked away Won't you set it free I endure the sleepless nights Filled with doubt And I try to comprehend Why you Shut me out If you're scared darling Just let me know You just gotta understand How I love you so Mad about you I feel a tide of love crash over me And I know the feelin' Is mutual but you just won't let it be Mad about you Lost beyond th
In the night, pack em' tight,c all a fight, T.K.O.
We got mo', you ain't know, numero, uno,
Keep a O we burnin slow, we optimo, y'all swisher sweets
And don't compete, I'm too unique, sit back be quiet when the Pastor preach
I made the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself
It be Pastor Troy, D.S.G.B, represent until my death
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear
You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, 'til you come down here
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear
You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, 'til you come down here
[Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background) (2x)]
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
[Pastor Troy:]
Fake real, fake soul, sold this, sold that
Story grew old, old 'vo's, old lac
But I'm back, verse two, and you, know me
Ain't no, owe me, you die, slowly
Holy, Bible, assault, rifle
Thou shalt, not kill, u
Jij Gaf Me Dit Schrijven Lyrics
FRANZ-JOSEPH: Jij gaf mij dit schrijven Ik ga op je voorstel in Laat ons samenblijven Want anders heeft niets meer zin Ik buig nu omdat ik van je hou Ik kan niet zonder jou Voortaan is het jouw zaak Hoe Rudolf wordt opgevoed Mama zal niet langer Beslissen hoe alles moet Zij staat niet meer tussen man en vrouw Mijn leven is van jou Ik heers hier als keizer met zeer harde hand En koel ga ik af op mijn doel Maar als ik aan jou denk dan wijkt het verstand En volg ik alleen mijn gevoel SISI: Voor jou wil ik mooi zijn Maar ik eis ook respect van jou Wil
less they make you feelFRANZ-JOSEPH: Jij gaf mij dit schrijven Ik ga op je voorstel in Laat ons samenblijven Want anders heeft niets meer zin Ik buig nu omdat ik van je hou Ik kan niet zonder jou Voortaan is het jouw zaak Hoe Rudolf wordt opgevoed Mama zal niet langer Beslissen hoe alles moet Zij staat niet meer tussen man en vrouw Mijn leven is van jou Ik heers hier als keizer met zeer harde hand En koel ga ik af op mijn doel Maar als ik aan jou denk dan wijkt het verstand En volg ik alleen mijn gevoel SISI: Voor jou wil ik mooi zijn Maar ik eis ook respect van jou Wil
Like they, superior, naw brah, who you wit'
D.S.G.B. my clique, all the money that we can get
In the mint, gone and pick, I'm like Vick, Vapor Rub
Pinch a nick up out your dubb, who the fuck you think I was
Enough of, talkin', talkin', what's up
Is we, actin up, you best, be backin up
Rember, re-up, red mouth, straighten me
All these niggaz be hatin me, because we keep all the D
O-P, add a E, O.P.P. we ain't down
None of my folks don't fuck around, quick to spit every round
Come on clown, you so bad, you so raw, you so mean
In the car, looking mean, all you see, is the green
I'm the king, of the thrown, still shown, every song
Punks due to not live too long, Pastor Troy and now it's on
[Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background) (2x)]
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
What say the fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
[Pastor Troy: ("We Ready!" in background for last 8 lines)]
I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit my hobby,
Bought a l
Death Wish Lyrics
("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x) You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetrates You wanna escape, but you got a date to meet fate Run for your life when I'm starting Suckers are getting turned to missing motherfuckers on a milk carton Danger, when I rearrange and change a face, ace You're being replaced by a stranger I injure, and escape like a ninja You got struck by a fucking revenger A bullet inserted in your head, a shot got Murdered, nobody seen shit, nobody heard it Fuck around, the price is more than McDonald's pays And you can sing my blues to Billie Holiday Put your ass in m
ittle Arm & Hammer, cook it, then sell the copy,("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x) You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetrates You wanna escape, but you got a date to meet fate Run for your life when I'm starting Suckers are getting turned to missing motherfuckers on a milk carton Danger, when I rearrange and change a face, ace You're being replaced by a stranger I injure, and escape like a ninja You got struck by a fucking revenger A bullet inserted in your head, a shot got Murdered, nobody seen shit, nobody heard it Fuck around, the price is more than McDonald's pays And you can sing my blues to Billie Holiday Put your ass in m
Got me watchin for coppers, all I want is to prosper,
Niggaz climbing with me, don't know they claimin they "G"
So bump this beat cuz it's real, just change your air change the station
Watch the story bout hatin', then another bout bassin'
I'm takin' riches to get it, but now I'm sick of this shit
So with these last couple of dollars, we gone flip it legit
I bought this beat machine, bout big as a calculator
Who would have ever dreamed we hit the studio later,
Its like I owe them bassers, for making me take this serious
Wasn't for the struggle cuz, you would not be hearin' this
In the mist I'm frisked bout three times a day,
What I'm doing down here, nigga this where I stay
I just pray, that I relay, the message to some
And let them know, goddamn, ain't no more play where I'm from
[Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background) 2x]
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Now shit's real