Pastor Troy Chug-A-Lug

[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 off the chain

Yeah, ya’ll niggas know what time it is

PT in the house (nigga)

A yo and this is for everybody bustin’ bottles

Give me a P, give me an A, give me a S, give me a T

Give me a P, give me a T

[Verse 1]

Hold up, wait a minute

Let PT, with gangsta in it

Fin’sta win it

I’m talkin’ ’bout the trophy

Got me chillin’ with this bitch name Sophie

She say she know me from one night in the Vail

Then say I was smokin’, tellin’ her to inhale it

Now that sounds like me

The mutha fuckin’ Pastor nigga the ole G

DSGB tat’ across my chest

And hell yeah nigga I put that shit in my flesh

The be for best, but these bustas just keep on poppin’

Know when they play my shit the club rockin’

You niggas watchin’

My thirty-two is in ‘tact

Got that tuck between my dick and nut sack

I bet security didn’t keep steppin’

I’m on the dance floe’ wit’ my weapon

Chug-A-Lug

[Chorus 2x]

When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug

When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug

I’mma role up wit’ these thugs that Chug-A-Lug

Puts a back in that mug we Chug-A-Lug

[Verse 2]

Nigga, yeah (yeah)

Ever seen a remmy bottle this big?

Just an imagine how it gone feel against ya’ wig

?? pussy ass nigga, my nig’

Take another swig

Throw up my set

Dog tags hanging like a Vietnam vet’

Some bitches sweat

And some niggas looking dirty

Mad wit’ me ’cause they in the club thirsty

I’m talkin’ ’bout tongue hanging down to they throat

Broke ass nigga talkin’ ’bout they saleing dope

Look hea’ folk, let us leave the bar

If you ain’t got no money, then take ya’ ass to ya’ car

Ya’ dealing’ with a star

Far from sulfa

Ya’ catch me in a Benz or the Rover, it’s ova

I buss a mutha fuckin bottle wit’ my cuz’

Toast each other and Chug-A-Lug

[Chorus 2x]

Pastor Troy Lyin’ Bout Her Crib

[Chorus:]

Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga

Everytime I’m ova she hidin all his pictues

Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes

I can’t fuck this bitch, this bitch is bad news

Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga

Everytime I’m ova she hidin all his pictures

Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes

I can’t fuck this bitch this bitch is bad news

[Verse 1:]

Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib, she livin wit a nigga

Everytime I’m ova she got my favorite liquor

Always got a swisha right by her bed

I smoke dat while she givin me head

Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib kno she can’t afford it

Keep suckin dis dick like that and I’ll pay da mortgage huh

There ain’t no shortage on my paper

We’ll get to that later

[Chorus:]

Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga

Everytime I’m ova she hidin all his pictues

Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes

I can’t fuck this bitch, this bitch is bad news

Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga

Everytime I’m ova she hidin all his pictures

Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes

I can’t fuck this bitch this bitch is bad news

[Verse 2:]

Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she say she live alone

Bathroom mirror full of cologne

Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib but I ain’t gone sweat her

Maybe she want me because I fuck her better

But she still lyin bout her crib

I got dis nigga rob I got dis nigga slippers

Dis nigga‘s gonna be blowed, I hope he don’t explode

Cause then I gotta unload, and this ain’t in the car

I’m knockin down da door

[Chorus:]

Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga

Everytime I’m ova she hidin all his pictues

Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes

I can’t fuck this bitch, this bitch is bad news

Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga

Everytime I’m ova she hidin all his pictures

Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes

I can’t fuck this bitch this bitch is bad news

[Talkin:]

Yea baby I’m really enjoyin kickin it out here wit yo crib and shit

dats wat I’m talkin bout man a independent black woman I like dat (thank you)

I see you doin yo thang you kno shit lookin good (yea you kno I try, I try) all the time

Baby (whassup) it look like some its headlights pullin up in yo yard (oo dats my nigga)

Wat (oo get yo shit and get in the closet) yo nigga I thought you said dis yo shit

you got me in yo nigga shit bitch

[Bridge:]

I grabbed my 45 from under da bed (hoe)

Put that chrome thang to her motherfuckin head (trick)

Took her to da door let dat bitch open it up (bitch)

Nigga came in made him put his hands up

Robbery in place, don’t look in my face

Bitch say you amazing just like grace

Now you and yo bitch get against da wall

I ain’t only fuckin yo bitch nigga I’m robbin yall

It ain’t nobody to call, I’m da only nigga here

Tape dem motherfuckers up, drank a motherfuckin beer

Nigga dats my life (dats my life)and dis how I live (dis how i live)

Fuck dem bitches (fuck dem bitches) dat lie bout dey crib

[Chorus:]

Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga

Everytime I’m ova she hidin all his pictues

Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes

I can’t fuck this bitch, this bitch is bad news

Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga

Everytime I’m ova she hidin all his pictures

Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes

I can’t fuck this bitch this bitch is bad news

[x2]

Pastor Troy Dopeboy

Baby please jus understand

Dat u fuckin with a Dope Boy now

U fuckin with a Dope Boy now

U fuckin with a Dope Boy now

Baby please jus understand

Dat u fuckin me

U fuckin me

U fuckin with a DOPE Boy

[Verse 1:]

Yeah, cum on I jus don’t kno where 2 start

Walkin n dem jeans sweet thang she’s a work of art

Always lookin fresh and I mean yes babygirl got it

Always showin flush and I mean yes I’m e-rotic

Always got a clutch sum I can put dat heater n

Kno dat dey gon frisk me nigga dis p-teezy

Niggas ain’t believe me I put her n a bag

I bought my boo a benz ya still written jag

Dat benz pulled kiesha, dat benz pulled tamika

But u say dat I’m flirtin my nigga I ain’t hurtin

U all dat I need I’ll b there 4 u

When I cum up out these streetz sellin dis cocaine boo

[Hook / Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

Yeah, wuteva we do we always gon b partners though

I don’t want 2 hurt u though (cum on)

Kno I gotta different hoe everywhere I turn it’s

Sumone tryna give me sum but sum of em ain’t no bullshit

Might get burn but it ain’t nothing like u

Me and her cool but I still gotta have u

Gotta count n dis, we got tight n dis, we got d’s n dis, and we got rifle n dis

Jus ain’t da same n da game u a boss bitch

Kno dat u was far with da nigga dat u fuckin with

Kno dem crackers cumin and I’m gunnin like it’s veatnum

Wnt 2 put me up but nigga wut I’m bout 2 get me sum

All dat I need is a bitch actin like me

Doesn’t like u

Un-huh represent boo

U all dat I need I’ll b there 4 u when I cum up out these streetz sellin dis cocaine boo

[Hook / Chorus]

Pastor Troy Ghetto Raised

[Police sirens]

[Hook : 4x]

Ghetto raised, ghetto payed, ghetto muthafuckers die everyday

Ghetto muthafuckers don’t like to pray

Ghetto muthafuckers just like to spray

[Verse 1: (Pastor Troy)]

I’m from the ghetto, Jerry Springer, BET

Bout a million muthafuckers in there trapped with me

Tryin’ to make a little cheese, fo’ these coppers back up

Got a half of that butter tucked deep off in my nutts

Bopping coolers muthafuckers, there’s no one to impress

All these niggas want to know is who yah yo the best

When I get fresh, I get fresh, the ballads and all

B-A double L-Y, it’s not at yo’ mall

Southern drawed from the ghetto, my level is lower

From Georgia, I’m ready, a rider, a soulja

Jehovah, please help me to grow up

Cause see I’m from the ghetto and I don’t give a fuck

[Hook : 4x]

Ghetto raised, ghetto payed, ghetto muthafuckers die everyday

Ghetto muthafuckers don’t like to pray

Ghetto muthafuckers just like to spray

[Verse 2:]

I make these bitches drop, thinking that we not

Go and call the cops, burning up my spot

Don’t make me have to call, my niggas on, ya’ll

We gone make ’em fall, gotta spray ’em all

Eleven dub nine, past me that nine

Cocking back that nine, Who you said dying?

All about these dollars, ghetto passed scholars

Bullets make ’em holla, know we got them stoppers

Take ’em to the limit, now we all in it

Soon as I finish, you gone see whose winning

Busting off these guns, bet I make you run

Look at how we come, you don’t want none

Ghetto nigga

[Hook : 4x]

Ghetto raised, ghetto payed, ghetto muthafuckers die everyday

Ghetto muthafuckers don’t like to pray

Ghetto muthafuckers just like to spray

[Verse 3:]

Everyday it’s the same, waking up and blow me some Jane

Wash my face and count my money and go and serve me some cane

Ghetto living in my name, ghetto blood in my veins

Ghetto niggas ain’t gone change, ghetto niggas hang in game

From Atlanta to Memphis niggas be throwin’ them thangs

From Maclamo to Decatur we be pushin’ that bang

From the G to the H-E double T-O,

buckin niggas down cause it just don’t go

Ghetto muthafuckers living in poverty,

take this if a nigga fuck wit me

A semi-automatic, 2 clips or 3, teach you not to mess with me

Cause it might be a tragedy, from Georgia to Tennessee

You know I’m getting high putting niggas in a coma

When I get to bucking, I’ma buck ‘er like I wanna

The repruccusion bludge in

Then we gonna rush in leave the dog crying to his momma

[Hook : 4x]

Ghetto raised, ghetto payed, ghetto muthafuckers die everyday

Ghetto muthafuckers don’t like to pray

Ghetto muthafuckers just like to spray

Pastor Troy WWW?

[Verse 1]

Some gold glock started as Castor (Castor)

Naw nigga its the motherfuckin’ Pastor (Pastor)

Ready to rapcha

Hittin’ my slap shift

Sumin’ of the fifth

Let’s burn another splif

Pussy rowling, ass end of the weed

Lick the barel of my motherfuckin’ Desert Ease’

And they ain’t believe I’m on top of shit, straight rock ya shit

Ok fuck the props and shit

‘Cause when it all falls down

I’m shooting everybody around

You better get down

You better take cover

It’s Pastor Troy I’mma killa motherfucker

I just brought the Ferrari, fire red of the lot

Damn what kinda money y’all got?

And then I heard yo new cd it sound soft

Fuck witcha boy PT and Face Off (Face Off nigga)

[Chorus]

Arrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we ready

Arrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we ready

Arrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we ready

Arrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we ready

[Verse 2]

Verse 2 nigga, yeah

Even when I sin catch the first stone

Cross the line and get motherfuckin’ rolled on

(blow) It’s full blown, like motherfuckin’ ‘nades

Hand grenades

Mistakes you shouldn’t made

But you did as a kid, the gun slagga

Mom and pops knew I would be a gang banga

But I ain’t had to rock the red or rock the bluuue

I had a mil’ before I hit twenty two

But look at you, you still workin’ all fronts

You might as well sell blunts

Why don’t you go post up in magic city

Sale cigars, while I’m tippin’ me some tities

Naw you can go to LA and [?]

You can be the one who parks my Benz

If that’s even what I’m driving

I got so many cars, don’t know what to ride (again)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I gotta lesson that y’all need to learn

Smith and Western, this court is adjourned

A bad perm and a seven page rap sheet

I came up out the fuckin’ suite, now lets see

Fifty thousand, in the club wildin’

Everythangs free on ya boy PT

Ya’ see, some out here just have to wait

GOD already prepared yo’ plate

When circumstance, sealed like your last chance

Pray to the Lord and help you advance

And you can, and you can, and you can

And you can, until he comes again

To win don’t always mean to always come first

Don’t wanna be first ridin’ in a hurst

I rather live life, chill with the wife

This is my sacrifice (sacrifice)

[Chorus]

Pastor Troy Ain’t No Sunshine

[Talking:]

Cuz I’m tellin you man they aint nothing else to talk about

the same shit every motherfuckin album, I dont give a damn how many he put

out he talk about the same shit from goddamn T.R.U.

you got D’s,candy paint,wood grain with the leather seats

mercedes,baby,lady,baby,crazy,merecdes

I done heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) “I aint no rapper

I write short films”

o.k. grab your popcorn ain’t no more sunshine.

Come on, O.K., peep it my techs swing low like sweet chariots

Bust em and burry em

That be his faithness sending flowers to they wait

And crying at they wake

And mourning with these motherfuckaz mothers

Fotr plottin out a way to kill they brother

Another nigga bled another niggaz gone be bleeding

Cuz I ain’t trynna hear that shit this evening

Yall niggaz best believe in

Guerilla warfare

Lets creep across the cemetery how they get there

I tell ya was this nigga from Lake Olmstead

My nigga said that he been fucking up dope since day one so instead

of pumpin the shit in Olmstead

I suggest he take that stupid shit to Sunset

But naw,but naw he wanna play bad Billy bad ass and shit

I’m flawing my game like I can’t perform the hit

I threw on the fucking plastic bag

wrapped my hands around his ass the squeezed

til the nigga cant breath

Limiting cheese about my trap,how the fuck imma catch the mouse

If you busting ya gun and steady runnin ya mouth

But down south I aint no hard ass nigga

But best believe real come the thriller

Motherfucka I feel ya

Blast them hollow points,cuz hollow points get points across

They want the juice but they dont want to pay the cost

Now who’s the boss

My nigga ask these hoes

I’m nuttin in they mouth and they nose

They eyes if they aint closed

The lifestyle that I chose who knows may make me rich

But if them feds kick down them doors then lifes a bitch

I’m sittin in the patty wagon thinking bout the snitch

And wit my phone call I know exactly who to hit

My niggaz Don Perry we got some bodies to burry

Hide them niggaz with rugers and hide them lugers with Karen

Now its very nescesary that this bid go through

Cuz I already know my niggaz threw

Aint no motherfuckin sunshine

[chorus:]

Aint no motherfuckin sunshine, Its only tech nines and clips and

niggaz that equip for whatever

I thought you knew better,but you still ran your mouth now you runnin from

them fuckin Georgia Boys from down south [repeat]

Aint no sunshine my nigga, the sun aint gonna shine

Till I reach about a million

Talkin billions with Brazilions

I got this funny feeling that I’m gone be filthy rich

And I’m gone marry money cuz money’s a faithful bitch

If it aint one thang its ten more so fuck another

Surrounded by undercovers everytime they see they sucker

My mind be in the gutter,but thats how I burn the house

Because I try to prove what these pussy niggaz bout

These niggaz make me shout,yea they frustrate me

Because I sell dope I guess thats why these niggaz hate me

Make me recall,think it was the fall of 96

But time dont matter nigga doing the same shit

The Narcs about to hit

His habit made em tell

Officer and the law,bastard crooked as hell

They lookin for Terrel

Mixed him up with Derrel it’s 2 Derrels

They hit they doe with Marquel

Breakin em on the phone,told my niggaz time to bail

They knew we shot them niggaz they just lookin for the shells

They try to best they nail,like nail give me a break

Us cooley high niggaz,us niggaz is hard to take

We,appreciate they bust

We,appreciate they threat

We,appreciate that we so smooth they aint caught us yet

Now Karen want respect,claim I’m doing her wrong

But my name is not Rome,I dont know where I belong

Pumpin her up with these songs,so so-long to all three

get O.U.T. but first let me get my thangs

The ho had bring me box with the lock that she was holdin

She brought my shit downstairs,my fuckin box was open

I’m holdin my breath before I mothafuckin hurt her

Rambaling through my shit no shells from the murder

I asked her calmly where the fuck is my shit

“Troy thats all I had”

What the fuck you mean bitch

It should have been six empty bullets and my ruger

Fuck trynna explain popped her,had to shoot her

I knew that the murders would interfer with my grindin

But what the fuck you expect if the sun aint shinin

[chorus]

My mind is fucked up {why} I keep on picturing Karens head jerking

Disturbing me while Im working

This clouds lurking over me,like a cartoon

Too hot in the streets I got to stay in my room

Soon to be charged 3 murders second count

But once in this will, twinzo I leave her out

Yo burn for your nigga,bout the dope visit my brother

Its back to Atlanta,shit too hot in Augusta and I knew I shouldnt trust her

cuz I keep thinking bout her ass

Bout 2 or 3 knocks at my door and who is that

Just that fast,niggaz done ran up in my shit

Ski mask and guns and they, shooting to hit

I ran up stairs to get my gat yea that mack

I’m running and ducking one grazed me cross my back

But then I reach my gat,payback I’m bustin rockets

Ran back to the stairs took two clips off in my pocket

His gun I heard him cock it went the bustin over there

I’m poppin on them pussy niggaz, die nigga yea

I pop one in his ear,told him I would fear nothin

Snatched a mack up off the nigga,and is there Karen’s cousin

Then I rushed into the bathroom then turned off the light

I heard somebody footsteps approaching to my right

Now bullets taking flight.I’m bustin in all directions

I layed in the tub praying for my protection

Done hit me to perfection I was fucked up in the game

While laying in the tub I heard them niggaz call my name

My 6’3 frame to be filled with bullet holes

If I gotta leave some more of them has got to go

I ran back to the stairs and went the bustin with mine

All directs wit tech 9

but they waitin in line,I was fine shit went to the phone to call Greg

Boom,Boom done took two to the head

It aint no fuckin sunshine!

Pastor Troy My Father Told Me

[Intro]

Yeahh…

God…

We need you…

So many things going on in the world today lord

I know you still waiting

Please don’t leave me

[Hook x2]

My father told me that the world ’bout to end

Said god comin’ back for his men

Now I’m messaging god to forgive me for my sins

Huh, you know your son want in

[Verse 1]

I know you wonder where I’ve been

Do I still believe?

Am I still out chasing that cheese?

Do I tell my friends about ya?

Yeah Father God I can live without ya

I know I ain’t been the best but I’m blessed and I know

You ain’t just with me and my show

So I grab the mic representing my change

Make ’em think I’m god when they mention my name

No I don’t do this for no fame

I don’t wanna sell no cocaine

I don’t wanna go to no jail

I don’t wanna burn in hell

Everyday is a strugle while my family hustle

And you [?] with it

So I gotta go get it

And I gotta be perfect

Doing this was a decision

And this for all y’all religons

[Hook x2]

My father told me that the world ’bout to end

Said god comin’ back for his men

Now I’m messaging god to forgive me for my sins

Huh, you know your son want in

[Verse 2]

My father told me that the world ’bout to end (Yeah!)

Made me think about where I’ve been (Yeah!)

Made me think about what I do (Yeah!)

Made me wanna live my life true (Yeah!)

I’m so ready for your comeback

I wanna see you take the world back

I wanna see you make the world BOW!

Lord you can come now

Watch my parents end it to the heaven

Empty out the clip and my holy make 11

No more weapons

Ain’t just salute me

Ain’t gotta worry ’bout nobody try’na shoot me (POW) (awwhaa)

My great-grandmother

I walk right over and I tell her that I love her

And when he come back

It’s gon’ be like that

But until then I got my hard hat (UH HUH!)

[Hook x2]

My father told me that the world ’bout to end

Said god comin’ back for his men

Now I’m messaging god to forgive me for my sins

Huh, you know your son want in

[Verse 3]

You know your son want in

You know I couldn’t imagine

Some of the things you allowed to happen

Tornados wide as a mile

Took the life of a mother and child

Still I saw the father smile

Told me “You gotta be versatile”

Then I looked at my lil man

Shook my head

He don’t even understand

One thang ’bout my god he got a plan

No I don’t believe in no man

Yes I do believe in gods coming

And lemme tell y’all boys something

Better get right or you will get left

Better thank god for [?]

Better thank me for keeping it real with ya

Huh

Until the lord come and get ya

[Hook x2]

My father told me that the world ’bout to end

Said god comin’ back for his men

Now I’m messaging god to forgive me for my sins

Huh, you know your son want in

Pastor Troy Universal Soldier

[Chorus (repeat 4x)]

Nigga, I always keep my composure

Often full of that doja

Universal soldier

I’m ready for war

These niggas really got me trippin’ with that bullshit

My daddy, taught me no playin’ in the pulpit

So for the bullshit, I brought my goon squad

Pass me my ammunition, and praise God

Against all odds, I’ll make these mothafuckas pay

Lord give me the strength, to knock these niggas out my way

Everyday I been prayin’ for my chance

A mean ass mug in a 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 3x)]

These niggas really got me trippin’ on they videos

They hard as hell, on the camera when I know they hoes

They got their chest swole and then a bad bitch

But where I’m from y’all both will get yo ass kicked

I’m talkin’ mad shit, and I’mma back it up

I got my AR-15 in the back of truck

Put on my hard hat baby

If they take me its worst cause I’mma hunt you baby

‘Til his whole world is cursed

Ain’t no reverse, it’s not over

The blessings of Jehovah

Off in the, 600 drop with the all chrome motor

And it’s mine, paid out what you talkin’ about

I take a puff of my doja and I regain my composure

[Chorus (repeat 4x)]

Pastor Troy Police Can’t Break It Up

Yea Yea Yall Kno Wut Time It Is Baby Dis Ya Boy Pt Crusier Ayo And Dis Joint Right Here Called Police Can’t Break It Up Yall Kno How It Get In Da Club Police Can’t Break It Up Security Can’t Break It Up Can’t Nobody Break It Up Until We Fuck Dem Niggaz Up

[Verse 1:]

Im Commin At Ya Harder Commin Harder Than Eva Doin Dis One Fa Dis Cheese Doin Dis One Fa Da Cheddar Yea Mozzarella Fettucini Pull Up In Da Bounce In My Lamborghini I Juss Bout Me A Lam I Drive It Lik A Ram No Id I Dont Giv A Damn Hood Full Of Bam Trunk Fall Of Motor Its Pt Fuck Pullin Over Then I Got Deez Suckaz I Gotta Deal Wit Catch Deez Hoes At Dey Shows Bout Some Muthafuckin Shit Its Pt Pop Dat Shit Now Its P Troy Nigga Pop Dat Shit Now

[Hook: x4]

Police Can’t Break It Up

Can’t No Bouncers Break It Up

Can’t Nobody Break It Up Until We Fuck Dem Niggaz Up

[Verse 2:]

Can’t Nobody Break It Up Hit Da Club Get And Buck Let Dem Little Boys Kno Im Da Dirty South Hoe First To Come Da Last To Leave Ridin A Drop Top From Robbery Mo Cheese Than Cheddar Bitch Mozzzarella And Me And My Niggaz R Da Fuckin Good Sellers And When We Catch Yo Ass Keep Poppin Put U In Da Trunk Lik I Done Been Shoppin Im Robbin Im Jackin Wuts Shakin Wuts Happenin U Grindin U Shinin U Totin U Packin Im Packin To Bust Yo Vest Wide Open Boo Boo Boo Boo And Keep On Smokin Shark In Da Water Lookin Fa Da Prey Atlanta Ocean Strapped Wit Da K Great White Shark U A Goldfish Nigga And Im Gon Getcha

[Hook: x4]

[Verse 3:]

Can’t Nobdy Break It Up Im In Da Club But As Fuck First U Seen Dis Nigga Last Time U Gon See Dis Nigga Dsgb In Da Bac Wit Me 100 Round Clip 2 2 3 Pop Pop Pop And Its On Run Out Clip Drop And Im Gon Fire Up My V 12 Shakin Up My Dreadlocks Goone Squad Behind Me Ridin In A ????? Pussy Nigga It Dont Stop And It Dont Quit Keep On Talkin Shit We Gon G Ya Lik A Bitch Pt Is Up Fuck Niggaz Down Gotta Red Nose Fa All Of Yall Clowns Around Here U Gon Watch Yo Fuckin Mouth Da Dirty Yea Dirty Da South U Kno Who It Is U Kno Who I Am U Kno Wut Da Biz U Kno Who My Fam My Killaz Is Tired And Im Gettin Tired And We Won’t Quit Until Dat Grill We Ride Ya Hoe

[Hgook x4]

Pastor Troy License To Kill

[Intro: Teena Marie Out on a Limb sampled]

I’m out on a limb

I-I’m out on a limb-limb-limb [faded]

[Verse 1:]

Well I’m Pastor Troy I got a license to kill

I shot that 50 cal.in your motherfuckin’ grill

Niggas talking shit but everybody got a tounge

What you got to say when I’m chillin’ with my gun

PT nigga I got the license and I’m trifling

Catch him in his hood and get to motherfuckin’ sniping

I wish them niggas would but them niggas ain’t real

A license- a license- a license to kill

I been in this game since them dukey roll chains

Chillin with my uncle off sellin’ cocaine

Smoking weed with my friends when I was 10

Outside of the school drinking motherfuckin’ gin

[Chorus: x2]

Well I’m Pastor Troy I got a license to kill

I think you know what time it is, it’s time to get real

Now what do we have here, a fuck nigga in fear

I run this land you understand I make my self clear

[Verse 2:]

Well I’m Pastor Troy I got the license to murk

I leave them niggas dick in the motherfuckin’ dirt

Been puttin’ in work since I got my first pistol

From my 22 to my motherfuckin’ missile

A L-I-c-ense to kill

Extreme heat (huh) is all you feel

A 100 round 223 you can’t dodge it

I put you on the beam and I’m making my deposit

Rockets, grenades, and the machete

Military issue K cause I’m ready

I’m dumpin’ and I’m dumpin’ so you better write your will

A license- a license- a license to kill

[Chorus x2]

[Outro x2: Teena Marie Out on a Limb sampled – fade out]