[Talking:] Cuz I'm tellin you man they aint nothing else to talk about the same shit every motherfuckin album, I dont give a damn how many he put out
Yeah this song is dedicated in memory of mister Terell Alfago Davis Mister Davis was gunned down at the hands of two Richmond County Sheriff's Department
Got My Attidue Adjuster, I Treat A Thug Like A Child I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Yea I Keep It At Reach I Got My Attidue Adjuster, Now Let Da Pastor Preach
Though I ain't sweatin Me and my homies got army gadgets No it aint magic You bomb me, I bomb you This is to Saddam too Pastor sucka, U.S Marines, Army
[Pastor Troy Talking] Ayo this ya boy Pastor Troy checkin in right, yuh (This from the soul) Ayo, on this joint right here man we bout to just break
The Pastor said sic him and whoever else with 'em And watch me and my boys go and flip him, we ready [Pastor Troy] [I think somebody's bout to die 4x
[Pastor Troy talking] Pastor, disaster I'm just laying down my bass shit You know my bass my bass one Y'all God damn (well UN-huh nigga) Crank that bitch
(feat. Lil' Pete) [Hook: 8x] My niggas (Get 'em up) My bitches (Get 'em up) [Verse 1: Lil' Pete] It's Pete baby You best of recognize Grab my gold
(feat. Co-Ed) [Verse 1: Pastor Troy] Sometimes I feel like I am stuck between a bad dream Running this race thank the Lord for his amazing grace Yes
I deal with you? I'm straight. I'm thinkin back on times when none of this really mattered When you was just my homeboy 'fo I was the Pastor. But they
[Pastor Troy] Come on D.S.G.B ya'll know what time it is Ga ya'll know what time it is, Pastor Troy for President for 2000, I'm ready I'm ready [Verse
[feat. Ralph] Yeah! Dirty Atlanta, Dirty Atlanta, baby! I see you walk on that... come shake that ass for your boy, I see you walk on that... come
[INTRO:] Yea... yea... this PT... nigga... representin my DJ SQUEAKY!(SQUEAKY!)... nigga... [Background:] I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone All my
Baby please jus understand Dat u fuckin with a Dope Boy now U fuckin with a Dope Boy now U fuckin with a Dope Boy now Baby please jus understand Dat
(feat. Ms. Jade) [Timbaland scratches throughout] [Intro: Pastor Troy] Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha, come
the fuck they gotta do to feed the family [Pastor Troy] Hangin up out the window, ready to blow I'm harassed by crackers, the stress of the Pastor -Look
[heavy breathing] [Pastor Troy] One... Two... Three... In the beginning, God created drugs And other thugs, with other thoughts The path that's never
mutha'fuckaz that I always see, constantly Try and compare me to, fuck niggaz do what you do Im thee original, multi-dimensional But these ol' pussy boys, want to be Pastor