Pastor Troy It's Too Late Now We Ready Lyrics

 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 feel like being disturbed  
 Guy:That D.S.G.B. album was straight my nigga  
 Troy:Will you please get away from my motherfuckin door  
 Guy:UUGGHHH!  
 Troy:I'll probly let your ass in  
  
 Nigga and I ain't never going to the door,without my peice  
 I don't know who's on the other side,you get a peice  
 And If I do just happen to die,fuck that shit  
 I hope they burry me and drop me quick  
 I getting sick,  
 Thinkin bout my so called enemies,till I explode  
 Grab the motherfucking 45,it's lock and load  
 And all these other pussy motherfuckers,they in danger  
 It's the wrong nigga to anger  
 The fucking dope  
 Slanger showed me how to do,whatI got to do  
 In this industry to make a livin  
 While all of my intensions was to avoid the prison  
 I'm still listenin for the Lord to tell me that I'm forgiven  
 I'm drivin to the point of no return  
 Where water burn  
 I learn that nobody out here really gives a danm  
 I know I sell dope,I know I bust on bitches but from bitches  
 So my nigga shit I am who I am  
 And Yay  
 Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,Its pitch black so  
 the shadow is a scene,  
 I hear a faint voice red alert  
 Fuck that dirt and who you hurt  
 Young nigga persue your dreams  
 I started sellin dope when I was younger  
 What would you choose  
 Sell motherfuckin dope or hunger  
 It's up to you  
 But for me and the route I chose it wasn't my chioce  
 Who's opinion who I need to voice  
 Just thank about it you's that nigga with no family  
 Ain't got no money  
 So you cant afford no saminy  
 They thank it's funny  
 So you run across the tech 9 to kill the laughin  
 Then they say they can't believe this happen  
 Actions speak louder than words this counries yelling  
 And do we go to Heaven or Hell it ain't no telling  
 I put my trust in God and whats the odds of who's the saver  
 Fuck em please come back savior  
 Cuz it's like 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 talking all about my danm fun  
 While toting guns, death is gonna be the outcome  
 For all them niggaz, drink my liquor 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 school  
 With no diploma making move nigga who's the fool  
 As I sit with my strategy the game begin  
 And the Lord take my life from me I crack a grin  
 Ha, Ha, Ha  
 To friends tha missed the smiling  
 Have no remorse nigga me and Jesus wildin, like thugs  
 Cheifing leaves, and drinkin Hennessy  
 Like on the corner  
 Picture God feelin marijuana  
 As I relax and devilish demonds disapear  
 I got the feeling that a nigga gonna love it here  
 I take ya Biblical  
 Yall stay crunk off Mystikal  
 Stay crunk off of P  
 As long as motherfuckin Georgia can listen to me  
  
 We Ready<17X>(till song fades)  
  
 talking:we ready nigga we aint giving a fuck about nobody,cuz we aint got  
 shit to loose, I aint got shit, I aint jealous of these little lame  
 motherfuckaz 



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