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Two...
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In the beginning, God created drugs
And other thugs, with other thoughts
The path that's never walked
The class that's never taught
Often sought, 'cause salt from player haters
Make trials greater, all of my plans I must do later
I made a buch of bad mistakes, some bad desicions
But look at all this money I made, I ain't bitchin'
I knew my position but my coach ain't put me in
So, I quit this shit and started sellin' dope with friends
I'm in this situation, I'm the only nigga cool
These niggaz think they ballin' but these niggaz just confused
But 'cause I love to lose, I'm muthafuckin' lost
From muthafuckin' nothin' to muthafuckin' boss
Face off



I'm leavin' that joint like that

Venom, all I spit is venom, a cobra
Flinch my teeth and I'ma ride till its over
I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now
Say you want pistol play, well then its Blah! Blah!
Cause I'm the Pastor leader of a wicked church
Get ta busting out in public, gives a fuck who I hurt
Them hits was weak for the 2 triple O
Bitch ask me if I got your CD, ah naw hoe
Cause I am not from the city of bullshitting
As soon as we come its time for wig splitting
Your debt is bitten, I want undivided attention
You say you pimping, I send my niggaz for the lynching
Drenching your blood, God forgive 'em but we have sinned
Them Georgia boys, when we come we come like men
Fresh out of pen, I'm standing dead off in da' blaze
With a fifth of remy pulling the pin out my grenade
(Get paid!)



[2X] I come from tha city that deh' don't play by rules
I come from the city tha deh' ride on fucking fools

[4X] A this tha city, this tha city, this tha city (Well Uh-huh)


Okay I come from the city, if you lame its going to be ugly
A bunch of niggaz biting my game but they can't touch me
I don't drink bubbly, I'm drinking remy out the bottle
Bout 5 Benz follow, my city is off the throttle
I heard you hard, heard you the one that crunk the style
Don't drop your card, I got the lowest in the pile
You cracking smiles, we cracking mugs selling drugs
We what hoes love, ATL fucking thugs
Its real boy, you know the his-tory
Mac 10's popping high ca-pa-city
My whole team praying that you make some noise
So we can introduce you to them big boys, yeah
I got killers 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 whole 63 cuz
You see a bitch slap a bitch oh' really
See you a fucking joker and I'm not fucking tickled
When blood trickle, 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 learn your name
And where you went to school 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



[2X] I come from tha city that deh' don't play by rules
I come from the city tha deh' ride a fucking fool

[13X to fade] Well this tha city, this tha city, this tha city

It was this muthafucker hi' about the got damn N.A.R.C.'s
To see how quick to get the ki in college park
I knew him from the shop, knew he was full of shit
Wiped that nigga half a block, charge a whole brick
I got him thinking well shit I'll git dat money back
Got a surprise for his ass, hell naw jack, I got to go
I cut the corner by the store when they first got on my ass
Carrying all my damn dope, so I got to be fast
I'm looking mad as a muthafucker stooped down low
And I'm a kill me a muthafucker, I can't go
Cause hell no, that 44 is tapping my side
Telling me to turn around on these bitches and fry
And see I never should've served that nigga
I'll make it my business to murder that nigga
You see I, I shouldn't of served that nigga
I'll make it my business to murder that nigga

[Hook in background:] (You fucked up when he see my ass again)

A frame me, frame me, you gone die bitch
[Recite 8x)



I cut between this green house and this blue muthafucker
Still touting my money, I'm headed back towards my brother
On tha other street, pulled my heat, released three
They may catch some, but they will never catch me
And with this nigga half of ki, I'm running faster than ever
S squads and the N.A.R.C.'s, but they got to come better
Got my pistol in my left hand, my money in right
These niggas fucking with a made man and shots take flight
I think they might try to cut me off on Pecan Drive
Make a left, then a right, hold my breath and hide
Then go aside of this old house and change my clothes
Trying to find a safe place where I can hide my dope
I'm creeping up out the do', slip of my grinding suit
I reload the 44, now I'm ready to shot
I took the money to the back, cut the shit in the sofa
Look some snitches like that, so I tipped it over
Now I'm smiling like the Joker on the brink of a laugh
Now I got to find this nigga that tried to act
Cause see I, never should've served that nigga
I'll make it my business to murder that nigga

[Hook in background:] (You fucked up when he see my ass again)

A frame me, frame me, you gone die bitch




I stepped back out in the darker suit, threw on my skully
Know tha N.A.R.C. 's some where mad as hell, looking bout ugly
But they can't touch me, I know what they gone do before it's done
Now they advise that young muthafucker to run
Cause when I come, I'm coming with tha work
All you hear is gun shots, you see a nigga hurt
He shouldn't of fucked with me
Living out lucky, he playing it smart
Don't show yo face, in College Park
It's getting dark, so I sparked, cause I ain't smoked all day
Where ever that muthafucker hiding, his ass better stay
Cause I don't play muthafucker, let's get that straight now
Muthafuckers will do what muthafuckers allow
But I'm like blaow, how the hell am I going under
Caught him cutting the corner, I filled him up with the thunder
Made him wonder was it worth it, put four in his heart
Don't start that shit in College Park
I ripped his chest apart and shot that bitch walking with him
Then I went and called a ambulance to come and get 'em
Had to hit 'em, to show 'em I'm a real muthafucker
I grabbed my money and hit 20 it's to Augusta

I never should've of served that nigga
I made it my business to murder that nigga
You see I shouldn't of served that nigga
I'll made it my business to murder that nigga

Hook: In background (You fucked up when he see my ass again)

A frame me, frame me, you gone die bitch

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

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

Introduction to a lunatic (come on):huh, y'all playing (come on)
Got AK's for tha stupid shit (come on):huh,
And that's all I'm saying (come on)
Yeah, laying low, bag of dro', smoking heavily (uh-huh)
Carl Mo drop the muthafuckin melody (well uh-huh)
Y'all don't wanna get this thing crunked up (uh-huh)
I got my pistol in my gut, nigga what! (uh-huh)
Younger paper, so these haters about maxed out (uh-huh)
I approach 'em they don't know what I'm talking bout (well uh-huh)
Say Naw Troy, I don't understand,
I tried to warn all them niggas that you the man (well uh-huh)
I'm making money, I'm country, and roll wit felons (uh-huh)
You talking bout shit real, Bitch who ya telling? (well uh-huh)
?? like a code red
And I ain't' grinning till you muthafuckin dead
Who said?:



If I go out in a blaze
Tell all them pussy muthafuckers I was gunning till I fell in my grave
And I don't sweat the disrespect
I expose the tech to let them know that I was never afraid


Bitch I'm muthafuckin made - [4x]
Get paid



Yeah, verse two I'm a make you feel real lame
Got a gram talking bout he in the dope game
Say he got a nigga coming from Amida
I'm a introduce ya nigga to my Ruga
You got 30 ki's nigga bring ya ki's out
Muthafucker you still sleeping at ya mama house
Selling dope for 5 years with no profit
Bitch if you can't come up you needs to stop it
Tha game I locked it, nobody else can enter
D-S-G-B representer
We in the winter riding drop tops
Pussy nigga you need to stop, give me my props
They call the cops but that ain't necessary
(A tell 'em why) - I'm made
Go get some knowledge from yo library
Pussy nigga learn to get paid



If I go out in a blaze
Tell all them pussy muthafuckers I was gunning till I fell in my grave
And I don't sweat the disrespect
I expose the tech to let them know that I was never afraid


Bitch I'm muthafuckin made - [4x]
Get paid

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! [repeat 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
Call ???, 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 seed we, 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 playground with ya, we cutting ya down
A million little boys trying to sound like me
Now everybody copying the one that dissed P
A second prized G, 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

Yeah (yeah)
This song is called Goddamn, Vica Versa
(I'm doin' my best to save my people)
It's like, (The people & I will rely in God)
Picture everything that you thought was good, was really bad
Everything bad, was really good
(What if Heaven was on Earth nigga)
The whole world, vica versa
(Good is bad)
Vica versa (Bad is good)
(Dear Lord am I the only one?)
This shit here, Goddamn, gon'
Go'n get you a fat blunt of that 'dro
Smoke that shit
(It's all vica versa)
Look up in the air nigga
(We rich nigga)
(This is what we doin', it's vica versa)
I know all these real niggas gone feel this shit
Vica Versa, Pastor Troy
(Vica Versa)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if Heaven was Hell and vica versa
If I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya?
I reimbursed ya with the truth so you know my fate
And pray I die, I'm that nigga that they love to hate
I wanna make you use yo mind, God has sent a sign
And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your time
Again I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versa
Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture--the spirit man?
Do you understand that there's a war?
It's ragin' on and the devil got some ammo too
Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust off in the Lord
It's too corrupt, know that God gon' help me blow 'em up
I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I have no fear
I done witnessed too much Hell right here, lend me your ear
Recall the beer we had to po'
For all our niggaz hit the Devil with the .44
Payback nigga
My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter, battle alone
And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone
Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby
It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg Satan to save me
God I'm confused, the fuse of all these motherfuckers, makin' me sick
{*Virgin Mary never fucked nobody, but she suck dick*}
With a clique of nasty concubines, and vice-a versa
So she'll probably do the whole nine, that nasty ho
I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas, it's Satan's birth
I'ma try to smoke a pound of weed, and ease the Earth
While Jesus equiped with angels, the Devil's equiped with fire
For God so love the world that he blessed the thug with rocks
Won't stop until they feel me
Protect me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill me
It's vica versa
Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high
To see the Lord almighty nigga, I'm ready to die
My reply for any questions asked, The Devil made me do it
Who's the Devil may I ask?, It's so polluted
Up-rooted from all this stupid shit
See me cremated, my adaption to the climate
So glad I made it
Elated that they gon' go to Heaven
But do they know Heaven may not be th place to go
Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa
The devil's in me and I'll be damned if I'm gon let god hurt ya
Follow me...


If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devil
A Down South Georgia Rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level
Remenisin' on all the good and the bad that I did
Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs
And servin' nicks and talkin' shit
This is vica versa no fuckin' commercial
Heaven or Hell, where do we go?
When we die, eternal fire or the street of gold
Only God knows, vica versa

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]