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Pastor Troy lyrics

Pastor Troy lyrics

"Fuck Em Lyrics"

Diners Only Lyrics
Who is it? Ohh, he asked me, Susie... Susie... Susie, he's lookin' at you, You didn't tell me, I did it to you, Would either of you like a drink before we take off?, Yes, we would like one of your finest champagnes Got the bockily, bock it down on me Got the bockily, bock it down on me Spockily, Bockily, bock it down on me, Got the bockily, bock it down on me Got the bockily, bock it down on me Spockily, spockily, spockily, spockily...


[Intro: Pastor Troy + (David Banner)]

(Hahaha) Yo yo (Bone Crusher)

Ya'll know what time it is!

Yeah nigga, this your boy Pastor Troy

Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll

David Banner! Mississippi to Atlanta nigga!



[Chorus - repeat 3x]

[PT:] These niggaz wanna hate?!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] These niggaz wanna mug?!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] Wanna run up on a thug?!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] I'm a pump them a slug!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[Verse: Pastor Troy]

My mind on money, what the hell you thinking bout?

The cars, the broads, the stocks, the house

To find my mouth, I'm spitting flames wit Banner

Mississippi putting it down wit Atlanta

No cameras, bitch this ain't no camera trick

Ain't no stunt man needed, bitch you best to believe it

Some niggaz say I'
The Mercy Seat Lyrics
It began when they come took me from my home And put me in Dead Row, Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know. And I'll say it again I.. am.. not.. afraid.. to.. die. I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields, A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner meals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head i
m conceded, I say you God damn right

Them same motherfucking niggaz gon' get robbed tonight

You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the war

These niggaz taking me light, how you gon' take the .44?

I ain't no hoe my nigga, so don't you tamp-on me

Leave ya R.I.P., bitch this DSGP!

You see the horns on my head? nigga you know I'm the devil

And I pack heavy metal, WHAT THE FUCK you gon' settle

Bitch you better settle down I'm a real ass nigga

I'm strictly bout my scrilla, motherFUCK them niggaz



[Chorus]



[Verse: David Banner]

Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela

Who I be? this Mississippi trill nigga!

Fuck a hater bitch, suck a dis

I'm down to take 9 wit a thirty something clip

And bust it on a bitch, to me it ain't shit

I ain't did nothing but praise God and my clip

So come to Mississippi and we taking yo hoes, pick in yo dome
I Know What You Want Lyrics
Busta Rhymes: Yeah Shorty I know what you need I got everything you need I promise I ain't gonna hold out either I'ma give it all to you baby It's on, bust it Busta Rhymes: Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I got it Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I got it Mariah: Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I

BOOM, hoes and clothes wit black .44s and Calico's

Give a FUCK what a bitch nigga know, you know this

You getting stuck like Al Green and a bitch wit some hot grits

Tell em Yankees this a new day

Ya'll gon' speak about Mississippi in a new way

I got some peelas in Atlanta holla "you wait!"

And spelling bread raw backwards in yo two way, all life



[Chorus]



[Bridge: David Banner]

Now put yo bangers up

Now put yo fingers up

Now put yo fingers up

Now put yo fingers up



[Chorus]

[PT:] Police wanna stop the trill

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] Wanna ride in the chromie grill

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] I'm a bust the blue steel

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill?

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] Girl get loose and
Impossible Lyrics
(Whitney) Impossible! For a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage Impossible For a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in mairrage And four white mice could never be turned to horses Such falder-all-and-fiddley-dee-of-courses Im-poss-i-ble! But the world is full of zanies and fools Who don't believe in sensible rules and don't believe what sensible people say And because-these-daff-and-dooly-ite(?)-dopes keep-building-up-impossible-hopes, impossi
pop the pill

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] You my down wit a bitch a feel (?)

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[Verse: Pastor Troy]

Get loose, get neck, or get high tonight

Tell em thugs get ya boys we gon ride tonight

If I die tonight, man fuck em all good

Cause I left this bitch quiver left

And would ride man choo

What this hoe really wan' do? fuck or suck the stick

Like ooh, don't fuck me naw nigga, I'll fuck you

Two, three in your face till you're blue - black

Would you fuck her wit a jack top man?

I'll shoot ya in your back like BLAT BLAT BLAT!!



[PT:] YEAH!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] YEAH! YEAH!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] Say fuck them niggaz

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] Say fuck them niggaz

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[Chorus - to fade]


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