1.It's Too Late Now, We Ready!
Troy：what that shit talking
Guy：uh,pastor troy
Troy：get the fuck away from my motherfuckin door
Guy：(knocking on door)this p nigga,i'mma sign you up nigga
Troy：i do not feel like being disturbed
Guy：that d.s.g.b. album was straight my nigga
Troy：will you please get away from my motherfuckin door
Guy：uugghhh!
Troy：i'll probly let your ass in
Nigga and i ain't never going to the door, without my piece
I don't know who's on the other side, beauty or beast
And if i do just happen to die, fuck that shit
I hope they bury me and drop me quick, i'm getting sick
Thinkin bout my so called enemies, til i explode
Grab the motherfucking 45, it's lock and load
And all these other pussy motherfuckers, they in danger
It's the wrong nigga to anger
The fucking dope
Slanger showed me how to do what i got to do
In this industry to make a livin
While all of my intentions was to avoid the prison
I'm still listenin for the lord to tell me that i'm forgiven
I'm drivin to the point of no return where water burn
I learn that nobody out here really gives a damn
I know i sell dope,i know i bust on bitches but from bitches
So my nigga shit i am who i am
And yeah though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
It's pitch black so the shadow is a scene
I hear a faint voice red alert
Fuck that dirt and who you hurt
Young nigga persue your dreams
I started sellin dope when i was younger
What would you choose
Sell motherfuckin dope or hunger
It's up to you
But for me and the route i chose it wasn't my choice
Who's opinion who i need to voice
Just thank about it you's that nigga with no family
Ain't got no money
So you cant afford no sanity they thank it's funny
So you run across the tec 9 to kill the laughin
Then they say they can't believe this happen
Actions speak louder than words this counries yelling
And do we go to heaven or hell it ain't no telling
I put my trust in god and whats the odds of who's the saver
Fuck em please come back savior
Cuz it's like this i don't speak so they fuck my shit
And now i'm faced with these crimes that i aint commit
And it's fucked up cuz them bitches be the main ones
They wanna stick a nigga for some shit they say he done
These motherfuckers talking all about my danm fun
While toting guns, death is gonna be the outcome
For all them niggaz, drink my liquor put my trust in god
I know that i must beat the odds, but this shit is hard
I disregard everything that they taught in school
With no diploma making move nigga who's the fool
As i sit with my strategy the game begin
And the lord take my life from me i crack a grin
Ha, ha, ha
To friends tha missed the smiling
Have no remorse nigga me and jesus wildin, like thugs
Cheifing leaves, and drinkin hennessy
Like on the corner
Picture god feelin marijuana
As i relax and devilish demonds disapear
I got the feeling that a nigga gonna love it here
I take ya biblical
Yall stay crunk off mystikal
Stay crunk off of p
As long as motherfuckin georgia can listen to me
We ready＜17x＞(till song fades)
We ready nigga we aint giving a fuck about nobody,
Cuz we aint got shit to loose, i aint got shit,
I aint jealous of these little lame motherfuckaz
2.No More Play In G.a.
(phone ringing)
Pastoer troy： y'all watch this, watch this (laughs)
Guy on phone： no limit studios
Pastoer troy： yea, yea, yea, can i speak to p？
Guy on phone：p ain'y here
Pastoer 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 bacground)
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 i'm barry white
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
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, unless they make you feel
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
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 little arm ＆ hammer, cook it, then sell the copy,
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
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
3.Stop Tryin'
{＊pastor troy and lil pete adlibs＊}
They had me dodgin' the law, while i was serving my raw
Though i was young in the game, a lot of things i saw
I just bought that fifty pack, and just believed in me
And with barely could ease, that fifty pack fit the peas
I got mo' cheese than kraft, but teachers laughed at me
They asked me what would i be with out my damn degree
I told them they would see me on t.v. and videos
I'm all about that money, y'all can have them hoes
And i got goals, i know that i can do all things
Cause now i make my beats, i write, i sing
And pain was my stepping stone
Help me realize shit, even my own'll do me wrong
But y'all a never stop me, 'cause see i got this game in order
Started off with a fifty pack, with dreams of a quarter
Catching that thing from the border, and leave my enemies crying
I will never be stopped, so you can stop ya' tryin'
Chorus：stop tryin' nigga
Okay my money was mandatory, the glory of wealth
It's plenty niggas with promises, i keep them myself
I'm 15 on this grind, but my age don't matter
All they want is that butter, from whoever come faster
And i was after a monoply, ambition to rule
Be the hitler of this game, if i keep my cool
I'm counting money every morning from the previous night
Go and spend, ten with twin, heard he packing 'em tight
I'm sitting right, i'm right where i wanted to be
Ain't no mo' fifty packs for me, give me the whole ki
And i'm sure that you agree that i be hard to stop
In the three, yes three, years, i went from block to block
And now these haters are hot, cause i done locked the counter
Got the calibur glock, because i know that they 'round me
Found me laughing at these pussy boys, making me sick
While y'all be shooting for attention, i be shooting to hit
And who i'm with don't matter, cause i'm gone handle my own
Got them down south georgia boys in case you get wrong
It won't be long 'till doctors doing autopsy
Cause reason for death, its' gone send back to me
Cause y'all can't stop me, nigga, shit, this game in order
Started off with a fifty pack with dreams of a quarter
Catching that thing from the border, leave my enemies cryin'
I will never be stopped, so y'all can stop ya' tryin'
Chorus
Shit, fatalities get numerous, smother with cover
Send a dead rose to his mother labeled that hustla'
And they say that that's a small price, i disagree
If ya' stuck between a small life, unlike me
I can't see myself going out, without a battle
Put the bomb on the stadium, aviod the hassle
Flip the tassle, i'm a skull cap, i graduated
From the school of hard knocks, nigga, others ain't make it
So i make it my duty to be richer than rudy, yeah ramo
Cause this here pay way mo', you decide
And ain't no mo' lettin' me ride, hell nah shawty
Be starrin' down the barrel of that autie
Don't test me, arrest me, i'm out like gotti, without a clue
Tell the judge that they besta pop me, or die too!
County blue, not my forte
I'm only comfortable when i got on that grind with what, with a
a.k. and with a couple of banana clips, dip in ya lip
Better hush when i hit that hip, and disconnect it
Perfect it, from day to day, i take game and call it stayin'
And watch em' pay, i ain't the one
Many come up, until i dump 'em, but then they scatter
I leave ya' mamma asking ya' baby what's the matter
I'm after ya' ligaments, no movement
From down south georgia bitch, i represent!!!
Convince the jury, we done payed them off
Evidence don't matter, since they paid, you lost
I'm the boss, that cost ain't even worth conversation
Pastor troy, the pastor of the true congregation
Blood wasting if ya' cross me, ya' lost me cuz
Was a eye for a eye, now its' slug for a slug!
June bug know i lay 'em low, that 44, he got's to go
Shit, he got's to go, shit
Nigga stop tryin' nigga, stop tryin'
4.Help Me Rhonda
Pastor troy：
Kd had called and gave me the word
Said this nigga had ten birds, in augusta for the week
From the islands
As soon as k told me this shit, i started smiling
Cause all i could see was money piling
Shit, on top of money
Now, ？？？ with the money for the week, and chesapeake
The heat made my nigga take a break
If i could catch all 10 of them bitches, and i don't look
suspicious
I'ma sell the fucking quart for the ？？ the ha ha
As i told k bye bye, he shot me advice
If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice
This is ya nigga for life
Go fight 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired
Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it
There's kia and jessica and then rhonda truitt
Now jessica to stupid and kia lie to much,
I guess i'll take rhonda, cause rhonda don't give a fuck
But first i got to pump her up
I'm give her what, 10 g's
Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me
Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse
But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out
I'm be waiting in the chevy, you know i'm ready to take em' out
If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich
Come on, shit, rhonda, my down ass bitch
Chorus： I'm the realist bitch
I'm mo' realer than reality
Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty
Well i'm the realist bitch
I'm mo realer than reality (well uh huh)
Fuck that dumb shit (uh huh)
It take nothing to a casualty (what)
Fbi be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)
Coming back from st. croix
First lady to pastor troy (well come on)
Even i'm a georgia boy, cause boy i'm ready jack (well uh huh)
All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at (well
uh huh)
Drop it like a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by myself (well uh huh)
Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else
Pastor troy：
Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin'
Then i'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing
Now what's in store for you is 10 g's
(that's enough for me, i don't give a fat fuck
What's the fucking hold up？)
About this time i saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said them motherfuckers had a truck similiar
Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head motherfucker
Guess he most be know my bitch, rhonda watch them motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, that what, with k.d. ＆ chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me
If he had the keys all i can do now is wonder
But for now me and rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder
Chorus： (repeat 4x)
5.For Survival
This shit is for all the motherfuckin niggaz out there
Doin what the fuck they gotta do to feed the family
Hangin up out the window, ready to blow
I'm harassed by crackers, the stress of the pastor
-look in my eyes-
I'm in the rain sellin my shadow
But it's gone still follow me, so i battle
-nah, you gone make it-
Naw fuck that, cuz you lyin
Look at how many made it, and look at how many tryin
-so i guess you feel-
No now i don't feel, never fell never will
Ask phil i kept it real yeah it's still blood spill
-who they kill？-
All my folks
-how they die？-
Quickly, never really lived they life
But they died particularly anyone who kept it real
-trap-
And so many old friends, prayin for my profit
Motherfucker talked to undercovers
-so you sell drugs？-
No, i show love, don't nobody love me
Papa wasnt there for me, momma never hugged me
Buggin me bout what i do, loan me a g or two
Just like i fuckin thought all you do is fuckin talk
Chorus： repeat 4x
I do what i wanna do, i do what i have to do
And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you
I do what i wanna do, i do what i have to do
And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you
When the pressure becomes too much upon my heart
Where the fuck i'm 'posed to go？
Flex em like these other folks, fuck that shit twist mo' smoke
I'm to' now, take mo to death will probably scare me
Say i dont give a fuck no mo' my nigga i am ready
God already prepared me for hell so hell i'm straight
Give me a house and crush up the house nuthin but weight
And i'ma be the only pastor that'll be burnin
No mistakes yeah you heard it, cuz it wasn't misworded
Because ain't nobody perfect, who knows if god forgave you
Just because you done fucked up you askin him to save you
Behave you, or i'll be forced to grab my rifle
And anything i do will be done in my survival
(chorus)
6.We Want Some Answers
7.Above The Law
Yeah this song is dedicated in memory of mister terell alfago
davis
Mister davis was gunned down at the hands of two richmond county
Sheriff's department officers down here in augusta, georgia
My nigga i'ma tell yall just like this
Them motherfuckers thank they some god damn bullies
But until we get wit they ass they gone continue to bully us
around
And now all my niggaz done gone above the law
All my niggaz above the law
All my niggaz above the law
Why the fuck these niggaz fuckin with us, we ain't do nothin
All these pussy motherfuckers, they just be bustin
I gets the cussin the fuck, cuz i, i gives a fuck
And then they lock a nigga up, disorderly conduct
And my luck ain't even left yet they done stuck my niggaz up
Guess they didn't know that we didn't give a fuck
Yeah above the law, yuck my dope off in my jaw
Soon as i saw em
My so-called nigga fronted, but i would throw em
Out like three strikes, so tight he claim to be
While laughin in my face this nigga was framin me
I guess he didn't see kd and greg watchin
On the roof trippin on three, my niggaz poppin
Droppin like bad habits while smokin a sack of cabbage
Pass the fuckin kid, sevem shots to his wig
Nigga see what you did and you brought it on yourself
Don't ever try to stop no hustlers wealth
You fuckin chump, jump and get yo' ass stopped (we ain't playin)
The motherfuckin crime scene, we ain't stayin
Relayin, what happened at nine o'clock
By twelve we gettin blowed off at the spot
We chop the remyiits v.s. to o.p.
Very soon opportunities are plenty
Fools trippin drankin on some bull, fill up my cup
Get the thankin bout them phony bitches, that stood me up
Test my luck, but i was never lucky
It took some triple gold d's for them hoes to fuck me
So fuck them, braves hat with the crooked brim
I know i'm blessed as i'm dodgin them fuckin narc's
Nowhere to rest
That bullet proof vest protect they chest, not they head
One shot to them bastards temple, them niggaz dead
It was said i'm a lunitic
But i'll be damned if i put up wit some stupid shit
Cuz i'm above the law
(chorus)
One of my partners got caught with half a key
Since them crackers knew we was friends they askin me
Like i know, askin me the place to go to get this blow
And makin all kind of threats, like i'm gon' show
The flashlight gave a glow all in face
They askin me about this dope or catch a case
They askin me about the place, i can't remember
Me and him ain't made no moves since last december
Then i tucked a gram in my timberland boot
Went the tieing up my shit, told em don't shoot
A group of these motherfuckers, aproachin swiftly
Hands on they fuckin gun, as if they really
Was bout to take a nigga off, didn't look good
Then i thought about the shit, and knocked on wood
Now would they find this dope hidden off in my shoe
And if they did find the shit, what would they do
I knew that i was fucked up no where to run
All i saw was was walter waitin,four '0' one
A richmond county jail, ahh hell naw
Just that quick that my niggaz gone have that y'all
We bustin at all coppers, fuck what ya heard
And up the mini 14 and mouths burn, last word
I thank they stem, and couldn't finish
When i said above the law my nigga i meant it
Above the law
(chorus)
8.Eternal Yard Dash
Come on cuz, we almost there
We almost there cuz
Goddamn, where the finish line？
Fuck this shit, i need some chees
And i need the cookie and the nestle
If i have to kill then god bless me
All these pussy motherfuckers, they shouldn't have test me
Left me looking like the villian , i was thinking of ending
Nobody knew what i was going through
All these motherfuckers saying what they gonna do
But then again all these motherfuckers ain't true
So who am i gonna trust, am i going on and bust
Myself nigga, damn this shit
Fuck riding round' nigga, fuck being rich
I can't take it, the shit to thick
And it ain't my fault
So i ought to give the motherfucker telling lies to me
Hey the say, what its gonna be, but empty pockets all i goddamn
see
D-e-f, no ones left, then again, shit no ones right
I'm a kill my damn self the night
I get fear, it ain't my fault he couldn't fight
It ain't like, when i motherfucking die, this whole world gonna
fall apart
But it's a race, and i got a bad heart
Breath in the mouth, and i got a head start
I'm running for nothing, i'm running for nothing (x8)
So i'm gonna kill myself
A motherfucker tellin' me what he gonna do
When i knew the motherfucker wouldn't do shit
A nigga tease you, then a nigga leave you
Cause he heard that the shit done got thick, punk bitch
I'm still in the mood for cocaine
The only thing i see when a nigga look
Come and get the baking soda, then open up the powder
？？？？？？？？ if it really don't matter
What the fuck you been through
If a motherfucker see you doin' better, my nigga i'm here to
tell ya'
Motherfuckers gonna hate you
Not a clue, if i really wanna new motherfucking 22.
？？ far away
I never would have had a chance and would have killed myself on
yesterday
Hook
This heaven, where the streets of gold, and why the hell is the
a／c off
Where the fuck, all the loved ones that i lost
Fuck this shit, take me to the boss
Do you understand the cost, ever paid
In order for me to be here tonight
Nigga whats up, something ain't right
Tell the lord to turn on the damn light
Feeling like an angel when i take flight
Shit, as i try i'm on the damn mic
All my ？？ is out of damn sight
Look, why the fuck i was packed so tight
Nigga i ain't mike i'm michael
Think i'm in the wrong spot
Not only do i have on black, its too hot
But why my k motherfucker ain't shot
I got those halos, hello, motherfucker shit nigga, i'm talking
to you
Slap the clip in the tech 22.
Let the shit fly ？？？
Now i got a clue, where the fuck i'm at
Shawty want the tech and a nigga want the bud
Nigga just bleedin', motherfucker out of blood
Looking at me smilin', asking me what
I got cuts, but cuts got down
？？ shit i can't tell
Went from dwellin' in hell on earth, now i'm living inhaling
hell
9.I Declare War!!
And i am coming with the range
Not calling no names on p
But this them same boys they said would never reach the key
Met mister e. and him and me decided we could win
We flipped the script and we bout to be legal kingpins
Up in the wind
That message sent from old savannah
They down with me so i ain got to call atlanta
But if i do it ain nothing but even worse for you
Go call your soldiers
Tell them to bring the hearse for you
Just call me and tell peter i be the peter of the cipher
Down south georgia boy
Pastor troy pass the rifle
Any rival ain no rival lest we make the rivalry
Having problems with my rifle
Y ll watch y ll enemies
Well cause
War has been declared
What up
Cuz war has been declared
What up
Cuz war has been declared
What up
What y ll gone do
What y ll gone do
Chorus： and i declare war
For my whole number connected
Bout to give life to all you punks
Y ll talk, we pop the trunk
Picture me and mine drunk
And crunk up cuz we mad
Ain never had before we hooked
Time to pull a kick doe
Negro we wrote the hook
Shook the dice up
The price i pay
My navy still my bill
Say yall want to go to war
And that ok cause now will
You know we filthy
Because to us no love was given
Somebody gone come up missing
Drooooom, die quickly
Chorus： i declare war
And i declare war
10.It's On Down Here
It was this nigga with this black cutlass
Named chris
He had shot at cott but he missed
First error
Now he riding in terror
Over shoulder ever looking
I told him when he came he should
Have stayed in brooklyn
Reason being
They knew that he was kin to pat reed
Pat had lied they believe
So they looking for them keys
Now can you see where bragging get ya？
Them niggas ain't shooting for fun
They trying to hit ya and
And dead for real
Now i'm riding with phil
Too drunk to be behind the wheel
But packing my steel
Just in case they need the thrill
Went up to the hill
It's freaknik every weekend
The sirs in the car,
We need some fucking hoes to get in
And that's when
(boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ooh wee
The mutherfucking sounds was enough to kill me
All i see is niggas running, jumping off in the chevy's
Put my finger on my trigger so my nigga i'm ready
Is that teddy？
Slouched over in that nova my nigga
Indeed, yes it was
Guess what, that's chris cuz
Yall know what
Man this shit just ain't gone disappear
So you better get ya shit
Cuz it's on down here!
Chorus：it's on down here!
Troy： yeah, fuck all yall up north mutherfuckers, all of them
Fuck wu-tang, fuck puffy, fuck the law
Whoever the hell, fuck em all
I knew that cott was coming back cuz cott been a fool
That nigga had a m-16 up at the school
That nigga one of two
Mutherfuckers that i know
That's gone start some fucking shit
Anywhere he fucking go
Who the other？
Cott's brother kareem
He 15
Got the milli 14 with the infa red beam
And the candy green lac
With some duals on the back
Put some shoes on that bitch
And they stole all that
Matter fact, him and mac
Every basketball game
Other niggas came to hang
But they came to bring the pain
It's the same out come
Out come of the ground
We give a damn where you from
Mutherfucker lay it down
(chorus)
11.Livin' Today Thru...
Lord i'm sorry, i'm tired
God i'm tired, god i'm tired
Don't nobody know what it is, don't nobody know it's like
I'm livin today thru tommorrow and i know i ain't gon' make it
Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth
I worked for food stamps without the book instead of helping me
Or blessing me my niggaz below, i thank my niggaz
And tommy hill can't help me figure a damn thang
Less than frontin me a pound of weed or some cocaine
I had got to the same conclusion that uncle sam made
Don't touch the dope but know it's movin'
And if it's proven what i'm doin's gonna hurt to the hustle
That's on the muscle this whole motherfuckin world is trouble
When i don't laugh took the color,
Took the color blind while toatin dimes and my nut sack full
time,
I'm grindin playa, damn askin momma may i
I'm writin fire bet you wanna fuck up nigga start gettin high
I rely on my mother nature, quarter to break her
Gotta show her i appreciate her, with all these haters
That be constantly surrounding me, nowhere to go
So i smoke some weed and drink some mo'
Now they my friends and i been in a bunch of crazy moods
God please excuse quick to race because i love to loose
Yeah i'm the loser
God i can't take this no more, i can't take this no more
I'm sorry, i can't take this no more (＊gun goes off＊)
Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth
Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
I put the pistol in my mouth, put the pistol in my mouth
Now see the thouhgts of what you showin me
A empty picture as i beg the world for everything
Never could get a piece of this american dream
(i took a nap) i took a nap when i wake up the same thang
Back in trap, shootin craps without shootin guns man that's my
life
They say that i'm the son of god, i thinkin twice
The price of the leather see and i don't speak
As i preach keep the pistol in my reach
Cuz niggaz crazy, look at how this doja made me man i don't
sweat
Playin russian roulette with the tech place yo bet
Love let the devil kill me (i'll be okay)
Cuz i'm gone have to die any fuckin way why not today
Chorus
12.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
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!
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