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"Pastor Troy"
"Pastor Troy"
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альбомы: Face Off, Pt. 2
Murder Man
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Pastor Troy
альбомы: Face Off, Pt. 2
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(Pastor Troy) ooh, ooh, ooh yeah, this for da clones in the ATL, With them fake a** chains, For all the flexy a** ni**az comin' outta Atlanta, Verse 1 iiiii'm comin, 2 50 cal's in hand, long goatee's ni**a da taliban, i'll murda man, i'm tryin to murk somethin, this aint no chuck e cheese, i'm tryin to hurt somethin', These ni**az claimin G's, claimin' they run the south, please.. How you run this sh** in them butt fu** caprice, Atleast you outta know bout' my thrown, the P the T the R the O the Y, ni**a i'm so fly call me jet, jump off in the ocean still aint wet, I flex I mothafu**in ball betta ax em, catch a ni**a talkin sh**, motherfu**in blast em, Murda, M - U - R - D - A, i'm pumpin gats at whoever in the way, I got the gunplay, don't think they understand, don't think they wanna fu** with the Murda Man. Chorus I don't think they wanna fu** with the murda man, fu** with the murda man fu** with the murda man (well ah haaaa) (x 4) Verse 2 yaaaaa'll trippin', not everybody crunk, yall' ni**az gonna make me pop tha trunk, cause I remember way back in the day, when the ATL was'nt gettin no play, then I came out, drop, we ready, ni**az went to bouncin', ridin' dem box chevys, But I guess that was then, This is now.... when I catch ya a** in the street, the guns plow, I represent the heart, I represent the Anger, I represent the real, I represent the danger, I represent the cars, I represent the dream, I represent repect, I'm representin my team, it's Pistol PT, aka the Murda Man, Ya pistol's in ya car, My pistol's in my hand, and you can ask Jan, I shot a ni**a ran, don't think you understand, i'm the fu**in' Murda Man(haaaa) Chours(x 4)Verse 3 Stiiiiiill spinnin', empty my magazine, I jump off in my limozine, and fleet the scene, This aint the swat team, this aint' lil scrappy and them, I love that hard sh**, and fu** a platinum, and lil jon', used to be my homie, used to be my ace, now I wanna slap tha taste, out yo mouth, ni**a down south i'm a legend, when u see me, keep mothafu**in' steppin, they flexin... so what u got a A(ATL) Hat ni**a? that don't mean sh**, to a southside killa, What's up Shay, what's up toadd, On that air, shady park, Murda, M - U - R - D - A, i'm bustin' shots at whoever in my way, cockin' my a.k., don't think they understand.. But I don't think they wanna fu** with the Murda Man(haaaa) Chorus(x 4) (well ah haaaa)
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