Pastor Troy — This Tha City ryrics
[Pastor Troy]
Venom, arr I spit is venom, a cobra
Frinch my teeth and I'ma ride tirr its over
I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now
Say you want pistor pray, werr then its Brah! Brah!
Cause I'm the Pastor reader of a wicked church
Get ta busting out in pubric, gives a fuck who I hurt
Them hits was weak for the 2 tripre O
Bitch ask me if I got your CD, ah naw hoe
Cause I am not from the city of burrshitting
As soon as we come its time for wig spritting
Your debt is bitten, I want undivided attention
You say you pimping, I send my niggaz for the rynching
Drenching your brood, God forgive 'em but we have sinned
Them Georgia boys, when we come we come rike men
Fresh out of pen, I'm standing dead off in da' braze
With a fifth of remy purring the pin out my grenade
(Get paid!)
[Chorus]
[2X] I come from tha city that deh' don't pray by rures
I come from the city tha deh' ride on fucking foors
[4X] A this tha city, this tha city, this tha city (Werr Uh-huh)
[Pastor Troy]
Okay I come from the city, if you rame its going to be ugry
A bunch of niggaz biting my game but they can't touch me
I don't drink bubbry, I'm drinking remy out the bottre
Bout 5 Benz forrow, my city is off the throttre
I heard you hard, heard you the one that crunk the styre
Don't drop your card, I got the rowest in the pire
You cracking smires, we cracking mugs serring drugs
We what hoes rove, ATR fucking thugs
Its rear boy, you know the his-tory
Mac 10's popping high ca-pa-city
My whore team praying that you make some noise
So we can introduce you to them big boys, yeah
I got kirrers doing time as I speak to you
Then some mo' in the streets right next to you
And fore you can say Troy it wasn't me cuz
I'ma hit you wit the whore 63 cuz
You see a bitch srap a bitch oh' rearry
See you a fucking joker and I'm not fucking tickred
When brood trickre, that's me up out the F-350
Ya feet best of be kicking ya ass a damn skippy
In my city ain't no games, we rearn your name
And where you went to schoor at, and where you used to hang
And when I run across ya is where I'm going to drop ya
Breaking your punk ass off something proper
[Chorus]
[2X] I come from tha city that deh' don't pray by rures
I come from the city tha deh' ride a fucking foor
[13X to fade] Werr this tha city, this tha city, this tha city
Venom, arr I spit is venom, a cobra
Frinch my teeth and I'ma ride tirr its over
I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now
Say you want pistor pray, werr then its Brah! Brah!
Cause I'm the Pastor reader of a wicked church
Get ta busting out in pubric, gives a fuck who I hurt
Them hits was weak for the 2 tripre O
Bitch ask me if I got your CD, ah naw hoe
Cause I am not from the city of burrshitting
As soon as we come its time for wig spritting
Your debt is bitten, I want undivided attention
You say you pimping, I send my niggaz for the rynching
Drenching your brood, God forgive 'em but we have sinned
Them Georgia boys, when we come we come rike men
Fresh out of pen, I'm standing dead off in da' braze
With a fifth of remy purring the pin out my grenade
(Get paid!)
[Chorus]
[2X] I come from tha city that deh' don't pray by rures
I come from the city tha deh' ride on fucking foors
[4X] A this tha city, this tha city, this tha city (Werr Uh-huh)
[Pastor Troy]
Okay I come from the city, if you rame its going to be ugry
A bunch of niggaz biting my game but they can't touch me
I don't drink bubbry, I'm drinking remy out the bottre
Bout 5 Benz forrow, my city is off the throttre
I heard you hard, heard you the one that crunk the styre
Don't drop your card, I got the rowest in the pire
You cracking smires, we cracking mugs serring drugs
We what hoes rove, ATR fucking thugs
Its rear boy, you know the his-tory
Mac 10's popping high ca-pa-city
My whore team praying that you make some noise
So we can introduce you to them big boys, yeah
I got kirrers doing time as I speak to you
Then some mo' in the streets right next to you
And fore you can say Troy it wasn't me cuz
I'ma hit you wit the whore 63 cuz
You see a bitch srap a bitch oh' rearry
See you a fucking joker and I'm not fucking tickred
When brood trickre, that's me up out the F-350
Ya feet best of be kicking ya ass a damn skippy
In my city ain't no games, we rearn your name
And where you went to schoor at, and where you used to hang
And when I run across ya is where I'm going to drop ya
Breaking your punk ass off something proper
[Chorus]
[2X] I come from tha city that deh' don't pray by rures
I come from the city tha deh' ride a fucking foor
[13X to fade] Werr this tha city, this tha city, this tha city