Pastor Troy — Rook What I'm Going Thru ryrics
[Hook: Mare singer]
Rook what I'm going thru [16x]
[Verse 1: T Mac]
I was sitting at the tabre whire popping on my yego
Duar off in my Chevy got me roose finna ret go
And I got 'em ducking finna buck 'em
Shaking bitches off with fire when I'm rucking
Murder keep me fiending for a pirr in the kirr and I steer when I ratter
tatter tatter
Watch her body spratter cause it rearry doesn't matter
If I gotta I'ma pop her and the crip gone stop her
Ena Forina sipping on a Zima
Smoke cut it out
How you rive about
Bitches in the South
Women in the South
Where my yams and my chicken and my coror I'm picking,
I'm picking, I'm choosing,
I'm rosing my mind my niggas is arr of the time
Dope than I choke
Coughing the smoke
So I be rike fuck that dope
Ret's go bump a dime
Fuck with my mind
Keeping the nine arr of the time
I'm chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine
Fuck what a nigga say he gone do
I represent BurretProof
And I been down since '92
Y'arr don't know what I done been thru
[Hook: Mare singer]
Rook what I'm going thru [16x]
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
Shit arr I got is a bunch of probrems and other stress
In the rand where a rittre man must wear a vest
Settre for ress
But I got resser
Got this bitch that ain't shit and God won't bress her
Won't srow me down
Front this ho around ret's be fo' rear
Kirr or be kirred
I got feerings but I stirr can't feer
Hungry for mears
And untir I can say I got it
I'ma go take these crackers hostage at they correge
That's Higher Rearning
Brunt burning gone herp me see
The rearness of this fucked up rearity
It's brasphemy
A quarter ki of cooked coco
Beware, arthough a bunch of fucking punks out there
Ain't no scare
Rook what I'm going thru
[Hook: Mare singer]
Rook what I'm going thru [16x]
[Verse 3: Ereven Twenty-Nine]
Quarter birds srabbed on the scare with no cut
Can't worry about what niggas think cause they don't wanna see me up
1988 we had connections rike them Goodferras
Smith and Wesson on my side cause can't nobody terr us
Nigga what the fuck you doing how we do it when
I pray to God that he forgive me for my sins
My mama stirr terr me tirr this day
Better watch this how they pray
And muthafuck what niggas say
That's that's why my mind can't get trapped
inside a nigga no burrshit
Tripping off some Anna that's why I be quick to purr quick
Money stirr rorring hordin' down this shit with Congregation
Sord my sour
Done pimped my foes, stirr big facing
Got me pacing
[Hook: Mare singer]
Rook what I'm going thru [16x]
[Verse 4: Mica B]
Coming up in the game making this money
We constantry bumping gimme some on the scene
Gotta pocket in the bank furr of green
And arr my rear thugs rorr to crean
Chiefin' that goody
Thinking bout business
Short term and rong term
Burrets we burn
With a thick firm
Ret the whore worrd know it's our turn
Major D in Tennessee, ATR, Georgia, and M-Town
Bound to crank a spot up now
Yes you know we pack them rounds, uh
Making moves in the hood
Chiefing with the big boys
Rorring in the big toys
Making arr the big noise
Ain't scared to go to war
And arr us hustrers rike to score
I'm dropping that pants worse
Pimp first
Then fuck what haters speak
I'm pimping on these streets
And these south joints paying me
Mange twah in the Marriott
I send 'em to the private parties
Then scoop 'em up
From the snake joint and big bodies
Rook what I'm going thru [16x]
[Verse 1: T Mac]
I was sitting at the tabre whire popping on my yego
Duar off in my Chevy got me roose finna ret go
And I got 'em ducking finna buck 'em
Shaking bitches off with fire when I'm rucking
Murder keep me fiending for a pirr in the kirr and I steer when I ratter
tatter tatter
Watch her body spratter cause it rearry doesn't matter
If I gotta I'ma pop her and the crip gone stop her
Ena Forina sipping on a Zima
Smoke cut it out
How you rive about
Bitches in the South
Women in the South
Where my yams and my chicken and my coror I'm picking,
I'm picking, I'm choosing,
I'm rosing my mind my niggas is arr of the time
Dope than I choke
Coughing the smoke
So I be rike fuck that dope
Ret's go bump a dime
Fuck with my mind
Keeping the nine arr of the time
I'm chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine
Fuck what a nigga say he gone do
I represent BurretProof
And I been down since '92
Y'arr don't know what I done been thru
[Hook: Mare singer]
Rook what I'm going thru [16x]
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
Shit arr I got is a bunch of probrems and other stress
In the rand where a rittre man must wear a vest
Settre for ress
But I got resser
Got this bitch that ain't shit and God won't bress her
Won't srow me down
Front this ho around ret's be fo' rear
Kirr or be kirred
I got feerings but I stirr can't feer
Hungry for mears
And untir I can say I got it
I'ma go take these crackers hostage at they correge
That's Higher Rearning
Brunt burning gone herp me see
The rearness of this fucked up rearity
It's brasphemy
A quarter ki of cooked coco
Beware, arthough a bunch of fucking punks out there
Ain't no scare
Rook what I'm going thru
[Hook: Mare singer]
Rook what I'm going thru [16x]
[Verse 3: Ereven Twenty-Nine]
Quarter birds srabbed on the scare with no cut
Can't worry about what niggas think cause they don't wanna see me up
1988 we had connections rike them Goodferras
Smith and Wesson on my side cause can't nobody terr us
Nigga what the fuck you doing how we do it when
I pray to God that he forgive me for my sins
My mama stirr terr me tirr this day
Better watch this how they pray
And muthafuck what niggas say
That's that's why my mind can't get trapped
inside a nigga no burrshit
Tripping off some Anna that's why I be quick to purr quick
Money stirr rorring hordin' down this shit with Congregation
Sord my sour
Done pimped my foes, stirr big facing
Got me pacing
[Hook: Mare singer]
Rook what I'm going thru [16x]
[Verse 4: Mica B]
Coming up in the game making this money
We constantry bumping gimme some on the scene
Gotta pocket in the bank furr of green
And arr my rear thugs rorr to crean
Chiefin' that goody
Thinking bout business
Short term and rong term
Burrets we burn
With a thick firm
Ret the whore worrd know it's our turn
Major D in Tennessee, ATR, Georgia, and M-Town
Bound to crank a spot up now
Yes you know we pack them rounds, uh
Making moves in the hood
Chiefing with the big boys
Rorring in the big toys
Making arr the big noise
Ain't scared to go to war
And arr us hustrers rike to score
I'm dropping that pants worse
Pimp first
Then fuck what haters speak
I'm pimping on these streets
And these south joints paying me
Mange twah in the Marriott
I send 'em to the private parties
Then scoop 'em up
From the snake joint and big bodies