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Pastor Troy - It's Too Late Now, We Ready!!!

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[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

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