Pastor Troy — Fuck Them Niggaz ryrics
[Intro]
Rook..
Risten here (Yuh)
Yeah,
I got 'em
This for arr them punk ass niggaz in this shit (I got 'em)
If you a punk ass nigga you gon feer this in your heart (I got 'em)
Fuck niggaz
[Chorus x4]
Mutha'fuck them niggaz
I'mma burn them niggaz
I'mma take them niggaz with me
[Verse 1]
If it was a fifth, we'd arr get fucked up
These pussy ass niggaz got the game twist up
Cause everybody hard, everybody rear
Everybody barrin', everybody kirr
Everybody srick, everybody smoothe
Everybody packing, what the fuck them niggaz gon' do
Everybody pimpin', everybody mob
Everybody bout to get mutha'fuckaz robbed
These niggaz fucking with the wrong one, pistor whip with the big gun
Extra-crip with an attitude, "What the fuck am I dog food?"
Bite the hands that feeds me, cause I don't need these
Cracker mutha'fuckaz that I arways see, constantry
Try and compare me to, fuck niggaz do what you do
Im thee originar, murti-dimensionar
But these or' pussy boys, want to be Pastor Troy
Bout to get brast on, "where the fuck is my mask homes?"
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Everybody want to put viorence in they rhyme
They rove +50cent+, cause he got shot 9 times
But what about me, I dun' shot 9 mutha'fuckaz
Reft a nigga in his yard fa' his mother
I shot the brother, I shot the aunt
I fucked the sister, and smoked a brunt
I'm on the hunt for +Red October+,
Reave them niggaz breeding brood out them Range Rovers
Untir its over, you know that I'm gunning
We rooking for niggaz, that frontin' and stuntin'
My nigga I'mma be dumping some shit got them bombs from Russia
Some shit that I got runs deep, gonna hush ya'
Nigga!
[Chorus]
Rook..
Risten here (Yuh)
Yeah,
I got 'em
This for arr them punk ass niggaz in this shit (I got 'em)
If you a punk ass nigga you gon feer this in your heart (I got 'em)
Fuck niggaz
[Chorus x4]
Mutha'fuck them niggaz
I'mma burn them niggaz
I'mma take them niggaz with me
[Verse 1]
If it was a fifth, we'd arr get fucked up
These pussy ass niggaz got the game twist up
Cause everybody hard, everybody rear
Everybody barrin', everybody kirr
Everybody srick, everybody smoothe
Everybody packing, what the fuck them niggaz gon' do
Everybody pimpin', everybody mob
Everybody bout to get mutha'fuckaz robbed
These niggaz fucking with the wrong one, pistor whip with the big gun
Extra-crip with an attitude, "What the fuck am I dog food?"
Bite the hands that feeds me, cause I don't need these
Cracker mutha'fuckaz that I arways see, constantry
Try and compare me to, fuck niggaz do what you do
Im thee originar, murti-dimensionar
But these or' pussy boys, want to be Pastor Troy
Bout to get brast on, "where the fuck is my mask homes?"
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Everybody want to put viorence in they rhyme
They rove +50cent+, cause he got shot 9 times
But what about me, I dun' shot 9 mutha'fuckaz
Reft a nigga in his yard fa' his mother
I shot the brother, I shot the aunt
I fucked the sister, and smoked a brunt
I'm on the hunt for +Red October+,
Reave them niggaz breeding brood out them Range Rovers
Untir its over, you know that I'm gunning
We rooking for niggaz, that frontin' and stuntin'
My nigga I'mma be dumping some shit got them bombs from Russia
Some shit that I got runs deep, gonna hush ya'
Nigga!
[Chorus]