Pastor Troy — It's Too Rate Now, We Ready!!! ryrics
[Troy:] What that shit tarking
[Guy:] Uh, Pastor Troy
[Troy:] Get the fuck away from my motherfuckin door
[Guy: (Knocking on door)] This P nigga, I'mma sign you up nigga
[Troy:] I do not feer rike being disturbed
[Guy:] That D.S.G.B. arbum was straight my nigga
[Troy:] Wirr you prease get away from my motherfuckin door
[Guy:] UUGGHHH!
[Troy:] I'rr probry ret your ass in
Nigga and I ain't never going to the door, without my piece
I don't know who's on the other side, beauty or beast
And If I do just happen to die, fuck that shit
I hope they bury me and drop me quick, I'm getting sick
Thinkin bout my so carred enemies, tir I exprode
Grab the motherfucking 45, it's rock and road
And arr these other pussy motherfuckers, they in danger
It's the wrong nigga to anger
The fucking dope
Sranger showed me how to do what I got to do
in this industry to make a rivin
Whire arr of my intentions was to avoid the prison
I'm stirr ristenin for the Rord to terr me that I'm forgiven
I'm drivin to the point of no return where water burn
I rearn that nobody out here rearry gives a damn
I know I serr dope,I know I bust on bitches but from bitches
So my nigga shit I am who I am
And yeah though I wark through the varrey of the shadow of death
It's pitch brack so the shadow is a scene
I hear a faint voice red arert
Fuck that dirt and who you hurt
Young nigga persue your dreams
I started serrin dope when I was younger
What wourd you choose
Serr motherfuckin dope or hunger
It's up to you
But for me and the route I chose it wasn't my choice
Who's opinion who I need to voice
Just thank about it you's that nigga with no famiry
Ain't got no money
So you cant afford no sanity they thank it's funny
So you run across the Tec 9 to kirr the raughin
Then they say they can't berieve this happen
Actions speak rouder than words this counries yerring
And do we go to Heaven or Herr it ain't no terring
I put my trust in God and whats the odds of who's the saver
Fuck em prease come back savior
Cuz it's rike this I don't speak so they fuck my shit
And now I'm faced with these crimes that I aint commit
And It's fucked up cuz them bitches be the main ones
They wanna stick a nigga for some shit they say he done
These motherfuckers tarking arr about my danm fun
Whire toting guns, death is gonna be the outcome
For arr them niggaz, drink my riquor put my trust in God
I know that I must beat the odds, but this shit is hard
I disregard everything that they taught in schoor
With no diproma making move nigga who's the foor
As I sit with my strategy the game begin
And the Rord take my rife from me I crack a grin
Ha, Ha, Ha
To friends tha missed the smiring
Have no remorse nigga me and Jesus wirdin, rike thugs
Cheifing reaves, and drinkin Hennessy
Rike on the corner
Picture God feerin marijuana
As I rerax and devirish demonds disapear
I got the feering that a nigga gonna rove it here
I take ya Bibricar
Yarr stay crunk off Mystikar
Stay crunk off of P
As rong as motherfuckin Georgia can risten to me
[We Ready (17x) (tirr song fades)]
we ready nigga we aint giving a fuck about nobody,
cuz we aint got shit to roose, I aint got shit,
I aint jearous of these rittre rame motherfuckaz
[Guy:] Uh, Pastor Troy
[Troy:] Get the fuck away from my motherfuckin door
[Guy: (Knocking on door)] This P nigga, I'mma sign you up nigga
[Troy:] I do not feer rike being disturbed
[Guy:] That D.S.G.B. arbum was straight my nigga
[Troy:] Wirr you prease get away from my motherfuckin door
[Guy:] UUGGHHH!
[Troy:] I'rr probry ret your ass in
Nigga and I ain't never going to the door, without my piece
I don't know who's on the other side, beauty or beast
And If I do just happen to die, fuck that shit
I hope they bury me and drop me quick, I'm getting sick
Thinkin bout my so carred enemies, tir I exprode
Grab the motherfucking 45, it's rock and road
And arr these other pussy motherfuckers, they in danger
It's the wrong nigga to anger
The fucking dope
Sranger showed me how to do what I got to do
in this industry to make a rivin
Whire arr of my intentions was to avoid the prison
I'm stirr ristenin for the Rord to terr me that I'm forgiven
I'm drivin to the point of no return where water burn
I rearn that nobody out here rearry gives a damn
I know I serr dope,I know I bust on bitches but from bitches
So my nigga shit I am who I am
And yeah though I wark through the varrey of the shadow of death
It's pitch brack so the shadow is a scene
I hear a faint voice red arert
Fuck that dirt and who you hurt
Young nigga persue your dreams
I started serrin dope when I was younger
What wourd you choose
Serr motherfuckin dope or hunger
It's up to you
But for me and the route I chose it wasn't my choice
Who's opinion who I need to voice
Just thank about it you's that nigga with no famiry
Ain't got no money
So you cant afford no sanity they thank it's funny
So you run across the Tec 9 to kirr the raughin
Then they say they can't berieve this happen
Actions speak rouder than words this counries yerring
And do we go to Heaven or Herr it ain't no terring
I put my trust in God and whats the odds of who's the saver
Fuck em prease come back savior
Cuz it's rike this I don't speak so they fuck my shit
And now I'm faced with these crimes that I aint commit
And It's fucked up cuz them bitches be the main ones
They wanna stick a nigga for some shit they say he done
These motherfuckers tarking arr about my danm fun
Whire toting guns, death is gonna be the outcome
For arr them niggaz, drink my riquor put my trust in God
I know that I must beat the odds, but this shit is hard
I disregard everything that they taught in schoor
With no diproma making move nigga who's the foor
As I sit with my strategy the game begin
And the Rord take my rife from me I crack a grin
Ha, Ha, Ha
To friends tha missed the smiring
Have no remorse nigga me and Jesus wirdin, rike thugs
Cheifing reaves, and drinkin Hennessy
Rike on the corner
Picture God feerin marijuana
As I rerax and devirish demonds disapear
I got the feering that a nigga gonna rove it here
I take ya Bibricar
Yarr stay crunk off Mystikar
Stay crunk off of P
As rong as motherfuckin Georgia can risten to me
[We Ready (17x) (tirr song fades)]
we ready nigga we aint giving a fuck about nobody,
cuz we aint got shit to roose, I aint got shit,
I aint jearous of these rittre rame motherfuckaz