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    [Verse 1: Pastor Troy]

    These niggas asking how I choose to die
    Just like a muthafucking G is my only reply
    Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder slang
    Crank me up, bitch I'm gunning killing everything
    And my veins pumping nothing but this thug blood
    Maybe blue nigga, till I'm through nigga, yeah
    Situation got a nigga bout to self-destruct
    Better tell them niggas I don't give a fuck
    I make money, nigga money doesn't make me
    Guess that's why all these weak niggas hate me
    And lately I been letting a bunch of shit ride
    But fuck that where my muthafucking forty-five

    [Hook 2x: (We Ready in background)]

    I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
    I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life
    And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
    I got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang

    [Verse 2: Pastor Troy]

    My head gone, cause I been on this earth long enuff,
    In this land of little trust
    Where all my models and rubs, till I been bottled and brewed
    And it's been provin' that it ain't shit to prove
    I move about a gram a so, but clientele won't grow,
    until all them basers know, that I keep that butter
    A new face runs shop with me, said she need a 30 piece
    But I can't do shit because I think she's undercover
    My brother doing fed time, so I move nickels and dimes
    Praying when he comes out I can break him off
    He taught me all the game, make them boys find our name
    but from point blank range show them fuckers we ain't soft
    I lost about a dozen of my cousins, homicide
    How the hell am I supposed to hide the fucking hurt
    The many tears I cry, understanding me I tryed
    Then my cousin came to me and said coz go to work
    Now I'm grinding
    My timing, perfect, pick a mack and  me some clothing
    The corner stores, the ski masks, the forty-fours
    Run up on 'em so slick, and get my pistol and click
    Give me the muthafucking bag or I'm gone buss yo' shit
    Now I came up, a fifteen thousand dollar lick
    Yeah Red Mouth, the Pastor need about a brick, and now it's on
    Strictly, quarters or grams,
    them down south georgia boys done blew up on all ya'll haters

    [Hook 2x: (We Ready in background)]

    I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
    I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life
    And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
    I got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang

    [Verse 3: Pastor Troy]

    I fill my mind with weed, uh,
    I can't believe my congregation is testing me
    Retailation would be less than me,
    While praising me in my face
    Shit these the same muthafuckers trying to take my place
    I hate to waste yo blood and leave ya church clothes filthy
    But believe I will do it without feeling guilty
    Let's understand though the Pastor, I'm still that nigga
    Praising the Lord for blessing me with nica triggas, and laser beams
    And my team, my original team, killers and bandates
    Try your best to understand it
    Nigga respect, I demand it
    I feel its mandatory,
    I'm popping on these niggas as I give the Lord the glory
    Like David, My slang shot human made
    Fuck whirling rocks, nigga my niggas got handgrenades
    Who payed?, I have layed my life on the line
    Cops pulling grind, got the Pastor dodging one time
    Signs of holy wars
    Touting magnum forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac 11's
    There's a hundred ways to die
    Up in the mist, surrounded by these evil men
    Got to stay hi',
    Grab the pistol and I let 'em fly, just like hulk
    So what, I thought you would've never done
    Nigga you did it and death will be the outcome
    I sholl hate it but I put up with it long enuff
    Ashes to ashes, and dust to fucking dust
    Go head and buss

    [Hook 8x till end: (We Ready in background)]

    I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
    I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life
    And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
    I got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang

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