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    [Pastor Troy and Lil Pete adlibs]

    [Pastor Troy]
    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 (Repeat 8X)]

    [Pastor Troy]
    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]

    [Pastor Troy]
    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'

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