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D.S.G.B. I Am D.S.G.B.

1. Champion

2. My Niggaz Is The Grind(feat. Nature Boy)

You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine
You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind

Check it out now
Rap stars be flexing
All about how they living ain't been through nothing
Everybody G'd up and thuggin'
Cold pimpin' or King Pin husslin'
Knowing half the time
Half of yo cream puffs dropping dimes, over petty crimes
And if ya ever get time, ya get ya came hit from behind
I done flip mo' breaks at 26 so quick through the click
Boy unit ain't shit
Done hurt mo' thieves then a little bit
If the ho chose me thats a pimpette
See I know the game
And most of y'all rappers lame
Ain't never sold 3 or 4 things
Never been a pimp
Never shot at point blank range
Y'all hos just claimin' the fame

You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine
You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind

Okay,
I'm in the mist of haters
So called gators and cash
The only creators is the niggas that flash
And then they make this dash to the race thats never ending
These niggas think they ballin'
But all I see is spending
And lending they flows to these groupie hos
And take 'em to stos and buying these bitches clothes
I know that y'all know better than that
So I'ma play a game of return of the mac
And bring it back
Just like little Joe
Cause y'all know how niggas do
For every bitch you want my nigga I got two
So shawty woopy di do if you got yo dick sucked
Nigga I got a bitch that get a kick out eating nutts
Gutts ain't shit
Head is all that
Why?
Fucking sweat when sucking dick the same effect
Put yet these niggas don't believe in the Kid
And I'm the kind of muthafucker that say fuck the shit? What they did, ain't
never hit the breaks in the Chevy
Because I knew that all them muthafuckers wan ready
I was steady make money nigga fuck the date
Look at me now, got muthafuckers buying my tape
And I can't wait to Georgia State invite me to the village
Put me in the Georgia Dome nigga bet I can fill it
Can y'all feel it
I swear the God the lyrics sincere
Its Pastor Troy, Nature Boy lay it down like this here

You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine
You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind

3. Then I Got Change

Down South Georgia Girls I love y'all
Pastor Troy representing for them Down South Georgia Girls
Y'all know what it is, D.S.G.G.

Excuse me baby let me holla at ya right quick
I see ya sitting by ya self, can I sit
Been watching you since I jumped out the red six
It's Pastor Troy little mama, I run shit
I was just thinking if you got a minute for a nigga
We grab a bite to eat, maybe let me kick it with ya
I'ma be cool
If ya wanna we can hit the pool, all at the house
I know ya think this nigga is a fool
I'm from the south if ya got a minute we can chill
Do what ya like if ya don't baby keep it real
What's up tonite
I know ya like I ain't even told this boy my name
But I love the way he kicking his game
Then I got changed

How many folks ya know will open up yo car do'
You wanna smoke baby [inhaling smoke] its hydro
I'm looking at ya cause it's cute how you inhale
I think you gone fall in love with the ATL
I got my hand in the middle of the console
You know I wanna hold ya hand
You gone tell me no
If so, I'ma roll me up another beam
You done smoked all my weed now you acting mean
I'm coming clean
Looking at her like I'm innocent
So what's yo hobby how you feel about getting intimate
We hit the lobby checking in to the Radisson
Give me a suit now we chilling in the whirlpool
Let's go to sleep we can freak on the next trip
I know you drained I ain't coming on the sex tip
I'm shooting game everything was to get to know ya
Now if you'll excuse me I'll be rolling over
And I still got changed

I left that muthafucking ho on the top flo'
I kissed on her forehead boo I got to go
I'm making moves 22 fuck a real job
All I think about is money I'm in a mob
Hit the crib matching car with the outfit
What should I do if she see me with the chrome kit
The navy blue look at who got 'em turning heads
And then every dime legit so who is the feds
My eyes red cause I'm matched down cascade
A little fine red girl said she wanna play
I'm on the cell phone tripping baby where you stay
This how we do it down here in the letter A
And then I got changed

4. Mind On My Money

If this is space age pimping
Then I'ma work for NASA
Coming up with tight ass shit
Cause this the Pastor
Creep up on 'em wit laughter
Soon as she show them pearly whites
I grin back at her
Cause I'm gone fuck her ass tonite
Pussy be tight
But that don't mean that its gone end
Cause once I hit
Here comes the grand opening
She hoping then that she can be my main lady
And to keep pussy
I smile and tell her maybe
We lounge on leather
I wonder if whether
You know I'm da playa
Not the Captain Save A. Ho
Then I'm back sinking banks
While slitting Swishers
Lights, cameras, action
Why bitches be snapping pictures
Wish ya had the lout
Wish ya had the money
Wish ya had that big body Benz filled with hundreds
It's funny
Cause niggas think just cause we got stacks
But when I was broke bitches still rode on my lap
Perhaps
The money that's earned the game that's learned
Them hoe's that yearn
Make them pussy niggas eat yo worm
But here's your turn
Shit go ahead bust shots at me
Cause fucking hoe's and making money the priority

I got my mind on my money
I ain't studdin' these hoe's [Repeat 2x]
I ain't studdin' these hoe's [2x]

A bunch of bitches don't bring no glory
Shit all they bring is a fucking bunch of lies and stories
And yeah I got a stack of stories standing weed high
And you can't take 'em with you when a nigga has to die
So I say fuck her
Bitches I try my best to duck em
I'm on the run
All these jealous motherfucking niggas
Is packing guns
For fun they wanna take the air
The Pastor breathe
But the shit does not give me a scare
They best believe
With ease I want to leave this Earth
But I'ma let these muthafuckers try to kill me first
Let's keep it interesting
The topics I be mentioning
Hell and heaven walking streets with that Mack 11
Shot 'em with 7
Pop them niggas pick my shells up
And run and kick 'em
Tell them niggas we don't give a fuck
And fuck who with 'em
Equitted so see me smiling to a round of applause
Shot a bird at the judge
Tell 'em fuck they laws
My ball is hard as bricks
So I be damned if he charge me with shit
I'm sick as O.J.
And gonna make these hoe's day
It's understood
Pastor Troy up out this muthafucker with the money and the goods

I got my mind on my money
I ain't studdin' these hoe's [Repeat 2x]
I ain't studdin' these hoe's [2x]

5. Brang Yo Army(feat. Peter the Disciple, Blackout, Pinhead)

I walk in hell, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting
Throwing bows, showing gold's, and smoking dro's
Drinking yak in the back, presidential
Hand in hand with the devil, my team imperial
We don't hang with that busta they call Miracle
The First Disciple, 30 shots from the rifle
Grab his soul like a reaper
A.k.a. better known as Lil' Peter
Light 'em up with the powder
Best believe I'm a rider
The Pastor said sic him and whoever else with 'em
And watch me and my boys go and flip him, we ready

You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army
Dez Georgia Rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me

Killa, disabled, stable, mentally challenged the name 'em
But yet I manage over God given talents
Enter near it, cause ravage and repercussions, and damages
Pimpin' at them, Iceberg slim, seeking Titanic
Creeping steady slow
Bobin' and weavin' we broke a do'
Complication rules the nation so I roll while I smoke
This one goes out to my folk
This one they caught in they smoke
Bungey jumping, hang gliding, and sliding of ski slopes
Went from selling busta's dope, over used to be coke
I can't cope, cut throat, rhymes over dope
I go fo' broke

Smoking on that reefer, with the street sweepers
Suckers I got wiped up can't run from the grand reaper
Peep a, Miracle game so lame that you can't show
You tried to steal a track from the Pastor and got caught
I brought my freaking folks
My folks that keep it real
We drinking on that Brandi and we handy with the steel
Better guard yo grill, hard to kill, like Steven Segal
Cause when I see him fall, I'ma shatter his brains against the wall

You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army
Dez Georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me

Okay they got me last and I'm mad
And I'm ready to fight
One hundred eighty pounds strong, but watch how I bite
They takin flight, cause this buster ackin' like my amigo
Hit 'em seventeen times with that chrome desert eagle
These my people, in Georgia, ignore ya, I can't
Get dumped off in Miami riding on candy paint
Now would you believe I got a body in my trunk?
I'm crunk out the window, hell yeah!, I shot the punk
The first to dump, the first one that punk scatter
I'm high I'm drunk, put I'm still labeled that Pastor
So any bastard, that got plans to harm me
You best of be ready cause I got a army

You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army
Dez Georgia Rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me

6. Pastor Troy 4 President

I'm the muthafucking president (come on, come on) [3x]
Watch how I represent

From the land where the constitution stand while niggas stumbling
Wondering, who is gone step up and stop the mumbling?
We all complain for better things
But who gonna bring the pain to make these muthafuckers shame
They weigh
My brother taught me that crime pays
We run up in another nigga shit with a.k.'s and Mob thirds
Who gone have the last word?
Yo team or mine
Why don't we just rob them crackers blind
Quit being shine
My mind upsets me cause niggas a stress me
If yo ass don't wanna be set free,
Don't hinder me
I can see it from a mile away
I hate these muthafuckers
But I love the game they play
Like they so innocent
I know them fucking crackers bent
Cause niggas bent too
Look at all I been through
And I'm still running
Grab yo gun and grab yo bullet proof
But do not come if you ain't gone put yo shit to use
Cause this a muthafucking war

Uncle Sam what's yo ransom
I got yo nieces
Please, don't make me blow these ho's to pieces
Cause they increasing

Uncle Sam what's yo ransom
Tell me what's up
Got a message for the Pentagon
You fucking up
50 bucks and a canteen
Dogding the trap never will I join the army bitch!
Don't make me laugh
It's war
My niggas is burning and giving in
Either you roll with them or they throw you in the pin
To win, was all I ever wanted to do
Would you do it for me (No)
Then I can't do it for you
A soulja buddy, I was born on the base
Uncle Sam want who?, Get the fuck up out my face
The case is closed
I can't be treated like a ho
No push-ups, no sit-ups, I tell ya hell no
I been in the army 22 years to today
I rock my fatigues, I rock my muthafucking yay
I sweep on the bump and let it rid e on y'all punks
The streets my army and I been ready off the jump
Muthafuckers I'ma soulja

7. Move To Mars

Now who the fuck wouldn't be fucked up
In the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life
A nigga beats his wife, damn it's hurting me
But I can't help her man the way this grind be working me
Dodging the narc's
Cop's pulling up they fuck with us
Cause we on our corner
Can't tell 'em what I wanna
If I do I'ma gonna
They leave put they just ride the block
I serve my rocks, bump 'em out before they next stop
Fake ass cops
Why the fuck these niggas fuck with me
Muthafucker, I'm the one that pay ya salary
Don't get fired
Green making me so tired
Telling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore me
I know you could have been
All I say is should of been
Fuck reminiscing nigga how many hits ya getting
So I can hit the house
Try to smoke a ounce
Let the weed protect me
From everything I see in this fucked up reality

I'm bout to move to Mars y'all
The world a mess

So I'm stuck to fearing of myself
I'm nineteen going on death
I should've left when I was born
Cutting ambilical's
The doctor should've cut my arm, right at my vein
The pain make's me smoke the reefer
Helps me relax
It helps me really see this shit, I face the facts
I act like I'm loving life, then I act fo' real
Nigga's is getting shot, nigga's is getting killed
But still nothing's done
Questions asking me how--can I sell to my people
My people won't help me out
I'm pissed but I can't pout
Nothing change cause I'm mad
Understand life comes and goes
So I guess it's a fad
I often had to little, simulator my friend
So you can't hate me or this game I'm in
I have been with out a damn dime
And it's fucked up, cause it's happened more than one time
Therefore I grind
I find myself angry
November 18, God let this world claim me
Against my wishes
But this is how a nigga do ya
Once ya born, it's like the Lord never knew ya (cause why)
Cause this hell
Ya either sell or ya getting sold
Like we some slaves
Though they say that we free, it's the same shit today
A better way, don't lie to me
The realest nigga
All I can see is reality
God told me.

I'm bout to move to Mars y'all
The world a mess

I've seen enough
It's like I'm seeing the same shit again
Nothing but thugs as friends
Pretend it's cool
Yeah, pretends it alright
And this nigga begged me for food for the third night-in a row
I didn't know that my own was so hungry
I wonder if I was a bum would my people disown me
Rather lonely, but than again hell we all alone
To keep me from snapping
I'm acting up on this songs
The wrong damn nigga
The wrong damn time
The right brand of liquor
The right size dime
I blaze and hit the hennesy
And I realize, this world wasn't meant for me
Reality

I'm bout to move to Mars y'all
The world a mess

8. Throw Your Flags Up

I'm in my big body Benz,
Riding with 4 of my friends
Shoot a bird at them coppers,
While blowing smoke in the wind
Up out the window my flag
I got my foot on the gas
Then my yak on the dash
Then we run up at yo ass
Riding the streets of Atlanta
Better take out the camera
D.S.G.B. on my banner, raised high
Until I die, bet I'ma through it up
It's Pastor Troy, 2000, don't give a
Throw up yo flags

Throw yo flags up! [7x]
Come on you scared, you scared

I got them fifteen's pushing, trying to rip up the speaker
Know that Pastor and Peter, on the hunt for the reaper
Small ice, CMB got the world in a dro'
We flexing hard in Atlanta, or we get the scope
It's GA, Georgia Tech or Bulldog
2nd CD, and I'm bout to Boss Hog
Atlanta to Augusta a hustla straight out the rip
Them Georgia boys my army forever we stand equipped
Ready for whatever you better go ask around
We ain't bout to play round with ya, we cutting ya down
A million little boys trying to sound like me
Now everybody copying the one that dissed P
A sack of fries cheap, but I ain't chicken
Soon as you think I'm slippin, you hear that pistol clickin'
And I'ma try my best to eat yo ass for dinner
Better throw up yo flag and tell me that you surrender
Throw it up

Throw yo flags up! [3x] yeah, yeah
Throw yo flags up! [3x] come on you scared, you scared
Throw yo flags up! [3x] yeah, yeah
Throw yo flags up! [3x] come on you scared, you scared

9. Oh Father

I was that cool motherfucker
but living in the world of these cruel motherfuckers
society they made me a fool motherfucker
and sixteen shots leaving the pussies taking cover
huh I'm sorry mother motherfuckers just ain't like me
the fucking braid buy twenty one is so likely
a million letters from the penn is writing me
fuck the system the DEA sellin all the damn yay
so I pray them fuckers die
and when they leave let them pussy motherfuckers fry
and make they families eternally have to cry and
crucify me and label me the n ride I testify I'm ready

Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [repeat 4X]

Statistics said I wouldn't live to see the grey in my head
there is to much drama in theses streets to much heat and she said
wont let the feds red said they want no dust in my tomb
so I keep my eyes red and I stay in my room
I'm prayin soon that my income cause income is halted
if you got then I got it but anyone can talk it
now tossed so simply this is universal this shit is the real deal
try to feel the commercial america tell me where is the freedom of liberty
this place ain't meant for me so I got a quarter key
and move it like ryder trucks
those crackers are already stuck a path
for my niggaz because my niggaz ain't give a fuck
bout nothin they had to say we always going to rule the GA
your games is what we can play and lucifer better pray
that I do not do what was planned to do yesterday
I sware to god in Georgia

Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [repeat 4X]

This is for my folks in Cuba
This is for my folks in Jamaica
This is for my folks in Africa, we ready

Them crackers had me fucked up I scooped a job for a min
but couldn't deal with the pay I quit that shit in a day
back on the grind servin my yay nothing to say
but I tried I'm told there is a better way but who going to pull me inside?
they in they ride disappointed because I had bad luck
I ain't ever goin to sell this shit my nigga I'm stuck
my people roll they window up and then they hit and they locked
its fucked up but thats the way it is down here on the block
maan everyone servin some rocks if not some rocks some weed
everybody's trapped high I cant afford the heat its kinda neat
how they just creep and kick the door off the hinge
and when theses motherfuckers leave they taking all of my friend
no way to win cause we are in for the ride of our lives
when I was writing this shit I had to wipe my eye
cause this is chaos they after us we will never succede
cause we some ignorant niggaz but all we need is to see I guarantee
if we stop competition get our children off these fucking streets
and get some Qu'ran I'm just speaking shit who am I to tell anyone
I'm telling ya there ain't nothing new up under the sun
you got your gun well fuck ya gun
if you goin run when they chase ya
why don't you do some that crazy shit slap that bitch in the face
now or later we going to have to stand up and fight
we pay the taxes in this bitch nigga use your rights
now I know I ain't right but ill be damned if I'm wrong
they say two wrongs don't make a right
but damn its making me strong and when I'm gone
I hope this song rang in your heart
my nigga ain't no better time then right now to start

Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [echoes]

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