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Pastor Troy - Help Me Rhonda

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[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: Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda (in background)]
  I'm the realist bitch
  I'm mo' realer than reality
  Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty
  [Repeat 4X]
  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)]

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