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    (phone ringing)

    Pastoer troy: yall 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 ainy here

    Pastoer troy: hey yo, tell him that pastor troy and them down south

    Georgia boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then whats up well

    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!)

    Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

    My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

    Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

    My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

    Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

    My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

    Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

    Pastor troy:

    Whats up, big mouth, big talk, big game

    Teachers pet, takin aim, pop the tech, takin aim

    Plenty range, plenty shot

    Plenty change, plenty glock

    Pack the heat and ima keep em hot

    And ima take my stress right off the top

    Cuz Im not, nothing like

    Anyone, once on the mic

    Wish you might, show ya right

    Have yall thinking Im barry white

    In the night, pack em tight,c all a fight, t.k.o.

    We got mo, you aint know, numero, uno,

    Keep a o we burnin slow, we optimo, yall swisher sweets

    And dont compete, Im 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

    Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)

    My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

    Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

    My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

    Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

    My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

    Aint 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 vos, old lac

    But Im back, verse two, and you, know me

    Aint 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, Im like vick, vapor rub

    Pinch a nick up out your dubb, who the fuck you think I was

    Enough of, talkin, talkin, whats 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 aint down

    None of my folks dont 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

    Im the king, of the thrown, still shown, every song

    Punks due to not live too long, pastor troy and now its on

    Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)

    My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

    Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

    My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

    Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

    My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

    Aint 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, dont know they claimin they "g"

    So bump this beat cuz its real, just change your air change the station

    Watch the story bout hatin, then another bout bassin

    Im takin riches to get it, but now Im 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

    Wasnt for the struggle cuz, you would not be hearin this

    In the mist Im frisked bout three times a day,

    What Im doing down here, nigga this where I stay

    I just pray, that I relay, the message to some

    And let them know, goddamn, aint no more play where Im from

    Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)

    My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

    Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

    My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

    Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

    My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

    Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

    My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

    My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

    Now shits real

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