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    Vice Versa

    feat. Peter the Disciple

    Pastor Troy [talking]:
    Yeah (yeah)
    This song is called Goddamn, Vica Versa
    (I'm doin' my best to save my people)
    It's like, (The people & I will rely in God)
    Picture everything that you thought was good, was really bad
    Everything bad, was good
    (What if Heaven was on Earth nigga)
    The whole world, vica versa
    (Good is bad)
    Vica versa (Bad is good)
    (Dear Lord am I the only one?)
    This shit here, Goddamn, gon'
    Go'n get you a fat blunt of that 'dro
    Smoke that shit
    (It's all vica versa)
    Look up in the air nigga
    (We rich nigga)
    (This is what we doin', it's vica versa)
    Know ain't everybody gon' feel this shit
    Vica Versa, Pastor Troy
    Vica Versa

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    What if Heaven was Hell and vica versa
    If I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya?
    I re embersed ya, with the truth, so you know my fate
    They pray I die I'm that nigga that they love to hate
    I'ma make you use your mind, God, the 7th sign
    And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your time
    Again I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versa
    Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture?
    The spirit, man, do you understand, there's a war
    It's ragin' on
    And the devil got some ammo too
    Don't get me wrong
    But I put my trust off in the Lord
    It's too corrupt
    Know that God gon' help me blow 'em up
    I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa
    I have no fear
    I done witnessed too much Hell right here
    Lend me your ear, recall all the beer
    We had to pour
    'Till all our niggaz hit the Devil with the .44
    Payback nigga
    My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter
    Better alone
    And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone


    Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby
    It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg Satan to save me
    God I'm confused, the fuse of all these muthafuckaz
    Makin' me sick
    ?Fuck my niggaz?, I can't trust nobody
    ?Pussy niggaz?
    Sleep with a clique of nasty concubine
    And vica versa, so she'll probably do the whole nine
    Naste Hoe
    I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas
    It's Satan's birth
    I'ma try to smoke a pund of weed, and ease the hurt
    While Jesus equiped with angels, the Devil's equiped with fire
    Oh God so love the world he blessed the thug with rocks
    Won't stop until they feel me
    Protect me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill me
    It's vica versa
    Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high
    To see the Lord almighty nigga, I'm ready to die
    My reply for any questions asked
    The Devil made me do it
    Who's the Devil may I ask?
    It's so polluted
    Up-rooted from all this stupid shit
    See me cremated, my adaption to the climate
    So glad I made it
    Elated that they gon' go to Heaven
    But do they know
    Heaven may not be th place to go
    Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa
    The Devil's demons, I'll be damned if I'm gon' let 'em hurt ya
    Follow me...

    Peter The Disciple:
    If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devil
    A doun south Georgia Rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level
    Remenisin' on all the good and the bad that I did
    Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs
    And servin' nicks and talkin' shit
    This is vica versa no fuckin' commercial
    Heaven or Hell, where do we go?
    When we die, eternal fire or the street of gold
    Only God knows, vica vers

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