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  • Main » P » Pastor Troy » It's Too Late Now, We Ready!
    Pastor Troy - It's Too Late Now, We Ready! lyrics (Rating: 0.00)
    Posted: 29.07.2004
    Views: 106
    Troy:what that shit talking
    Guy:uh,pastor troy
    Troy:get the fuck away from my motherfuckin door
    Guy:(knocking on door)this p nigga,i'mma sign you up nigga
    Troy:i do not feel like being disturbed
    Guy:that d.s.g.b. album was straight my nigga
    Troy:will you please get away from my motherfuckin door
    Guy:uugghhh!
    Troy:i'll probly let your ass in
    
    Nigga and i ain't never going to the door, without my piece
    I don't know who's on the other side, beauty or beast
    And if i do just happen to die, fuck that shit
    I hope they bury me and drop me quick, i'm getting sick
    Thinkin bout my so called enemies, til i explode
    Grab the motherfucking 45, it's lock and load
    And all these other pussy motherfuckers, they in danger
    It's the wrong nigga to anger
    The fucking dope
    Slanger showed me how to do what i got to do
    In this industry to make a livin
    While all of my intentions was to avoid the prison
    I'm still listenin for the lord to tell me that i'm forgiven
    I'm drivin to the point of no return where water burn
    I learn that nobody out here really gives a damn
    I know i sell dope,i know i bust on bitches but from bitches
    So my nigga shit i am who i am
    And yeah though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
    It's pitch black so the shadow is a scene
    I hear a faint voice red alert
    Fuck that dirt and who you hurt
    Young nigga persue your dreams
    I started sellin dope when i was younger
    What would you choose
    Sell motherfuckin dope or hunger
    It's up to you
    But for me and the route i chose it wasn't my choice
    Who's opinion who i need to voice
    Just thank about it you's that nigga with no family
    Ain't got no money
    So you cant afford no sanity they thank it's funny
    So you run across the tec 9 to kill the laughin
    Then they say they can't believe this happen
    Actions speak louder than words this counries yelling
    And do we go to heaven or hell it ain't no telling
    I put my trust in god and whats the odds of who's the saver
    Fuck em please come back savior
    Cuz it's like this i don't speak so they fuck my shit
    And now i'm faced with these crimes that i aint commit
    And it's fucked up cuz them bitches be the main ones
    They wanna stick a nigga for some shit they say he done
    These motherfuckers talking all about my danm fun
    While toting guns, death is gonna be the outcome
    For all them niggaz, drink my liquor put my trust in god
    I know that i must beat the odds, but this shit is hard
    I disregard everything that they taught in school
    With no diploma making move nigga who's the fool
    As i sit with my strategy the game begin
    And the lord take my life from me i crack a grin
    Ha, ha, ha
    To friends tha missed the smiling
    Have no remorse nigga me and jesus wildin, like thugs
    Cheifing leaves, and drinkin hennessy
    Like on the corner
    Picture god feelin marijuana
    As i relax and devilish demonds disapear
    I got the feeling that a nigga gonna love it here
    I take ya biblical
    Yall stay crunk off mystikal
    Stay crunk off of p
    As long as motherfuckin georgia can listen to me
    
    We ready<17x>(till song fades)
    
    We ready nigga we aint giving a fuck about nobody,
    Cuz we aint got shit to loose, i aint got shit,
    I aint jealous of these little lame motherfuckaz