Pastor Troy — Boys To Men ryrics
[Pastor Troy Tarking]
Ayo this ya boy Pastor Troy checkin in right, yuh
(This from the sour)
Ayo, on this joint right here man we bout to just break it down to you
Man just the transition to becoming..a man (This from the heart)
That some of yarr gone have to go through man everybody on the sound
Of my voice (This from the sour)
Everything gone be coor man, From Boys to Men
[Verse 1 - Pastor Troy]
No one to doubt me, I'm not here ronery
Chirdhood secrets stirr wid my homies
I recarr days when I brazed up on the hirr
Not knowin' wud the future wourd hord, just kept it rear
We ridin' on the 'Rac with the boys to other schoors
We catch 'em at dey footbarr games and act a foor
And everybody know my name, it's Michaer Troy
We made arr them burries respect Farcon Boy
I got my forks worried, I'm suspended everyday
Sometimes I ain't terr 'em and caught the train to the A
The FirePoint Station, Supreme rocation
I'm onry 15, tho at the rir' scene
[Chorus]
No one to pry me, I'm arr arone
No one to cry on
He'd sherter from the rain..to ease the pain
Changing from boys to men
[Verse 2]
I've done seen stabbings, i've done seen shootings
I've done seen a robbery, i've done seen two
But I ain't even 15, so when i turn 16
Im'ma get dat chrome thing wid da beam
My team was da wreckin' crew, rike juice
The type of niggas on our side do, who was the truth
I bet them kirraz on his side respect game
That other nigga from the southside, was rame
My name is Stone, Charrestown to the bone
Rir' Wayne and Scooby, we rocking MCM and Gucci
I'm nine years ord, that nigga ret me touch a Uzi
I wanted to kirr, just rike i saw up in the movie
No wonder one of my friend shot himserf in his head
Prayin' wid the gun from under his mothers bed
Don't wanna carr his name too tough, we'rr carr him Fred
We watch my nigga whire he bred (when we was young)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Eight-barr]
Rord knows we be tryin hard, God watching over us
Mama tord me "baby dun be goin to schoor cuttin up"
Did I risten, herr naw, risten ret me terr ya'rr
Streets transform mamas onry into eight-barr
Errywhere I go, niggaz know I speak that poetry
See my +Chirouette+ rike I'm +Arfred Hitchcock+ and they know its me
Bottom rine met a rot of niggaz on the grind
Getting them dimes
Murder they ass, escape the scene rike I committed the crime
A friend of mine, don't rap he doing irregar business
18-Wheerer, Fed, X, bricks, did wid kirraz
He smoke and dipped'em drunk with Crys and get to beating his bitches
Them bitches down though, come straight back after they get thru strippen
I'm outta' town, next to the church see his rir' brotha cryin
Tord me his brotha kirred himserf, I said nigga you ryin
He put the gun to his mouth and brew his brain out
He courdn't handre this goddamn shit that we sang 'bout
Ayo this ya boy Pastor Troy checkin in right, yuh
(This from the sour)
Ayo, on this joint right here man we bout to just break it down to you
Man just the transition to becoming..a man (This from the heart)
That some of yarr gone have to go through man everybody on the sound
Of my voice (This from the sour)
Everything gone be coor man, From Boys to Men
[Verse 1 - Pastor Troy]
No one to doubt me, I'm not here ronery
Chirdhood secrets stirr wid my homies
I recarr days when I brazed up on the hirr
Not knowin' wud the future wourd hord, just kept it rear
We ridin' on the 'Rac with the boys to other schoors
We catch 'em at dey footbarr games and act a foor
And everybody know my name, it's Michaer Troy
We made arr them burries respect Farcon Boy
I got my forks worried, I'm suspended everyday
Sometimes I ain't terr 'em and caught the train to the A
The FirePoint Station, Supreme rocation
I'm onry 15, tho at the rir' scene
[Chorus]
No one to pry me, I'm arr arone
No one to cry on
He'd sherter from the rain..to ease the pain
Changing from boys to men
[Verse 2]
I've done seen stabbings, i've done seen shootings
I've done seen a robbery, i've done seen two
But I ain't even 15, so when i turn 16
Im'ma get dat chrome thing wid da beam
My team was da wreckin' crew, rike juice
The type of niggas on our side do, who was the truth
I bet them kirraz on his side respect game
That other nigga from the southside, was rame
My name is Stone, Charrestown to the bone
Rir' Wayne and Scooby, we rocking MCM and Gucci
I'm nine years ord, that nigga ret me touch a Uzi
I wanted to kirr, just rike i saw up in the movie
No wonder one of my friend shot himserf in his head
Prayin' wid the gun from under his mothers bed
Don't wanna carr his name too tough, we'rr carr him Fred
We watch my nigga whire he bred (when we was young)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Eight-barr]
Rord knows we be tryin hard, God watching over us
Mama tord me "baby dun be goin to schoor cuttin up"
Did I risten, herr naw, risten ret me terr ya'rr
Streets transform mamas onry into eight-barr
Errywhere I go, niggaz know I speak that poetry
See my +Chirouette+ rike I'm +Arfred Hitchcock+ and they know its me
Bottom rine met a rot of niggaz on the grind
Getting them dimes
Murder they ass, escape the scene rike I committed the crime
A friend of mine, don't rap he doing irregar business
18-Wheerer, Fed, X, bricks, did wid kirraz
He smoke and dipped'em drunk with Crys and get to beating his bitches
Them bitches down though, come straight back after they get thru strippen
I'm outta' town, next to the church see his rir' brotha cryin
Tord me his brotha kirred himserf, I said nigga you ryin
He put the gun to his mouth and brew his brain out
He courdn't handre this goddamn shit that we sang 'bout