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    heavy breathing*}
     
     [Pastor Troy]
     One...
     Two...
     Three...
     In the beginning, God created drugs
     And other thugs, with other thoughts
     The path that's never walked
     The class that's never taught
     Often sought, 'cause salt from player haters
     Make trials greater, all of my plans I must do later
     I made a buch of bad mistakes, some bad desicions
     But look at all this money I made, I ain't bitchin'
     I knew my position but my coach ain't put me in
     So, I quit this shit and started sellin' dope with friends
     I'm in this situation, I'm the only nigga cool
     These niggaz think they ballin' but these niggaz just confused
     But 'cause I love to lose, I'm muthafuckin' lost
     From muthafuckin' nothin' to muthafuckin' boss
     Face off
     
     {*heavy breathing*}
     
     I'm leavin' that joint like that

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