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Pastor Troy

"We 'Bout To Ride"

[DJ Paul: talking]
Yeah n*gga
The mother f*ckin two time two time motherf*ckin champions in this b*tch
I got another motherf*ckin gold plaque on the wall now n*gga
Now tell me what you think about that look me in my eyes
And tell me n*gga b*tch b*tch b*tch b*tch hoe hoe hoe n*gga

[Background sample]
Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah that sh*t be fun

[Hook: Juicy J] 2x
We bout to ride on these fools
Put these nines on these fools

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Like thisssssssssss
Now in my city it's some real, in my city it's some fake
Got some n*ggas that's gone play
Got some n*ggas that gone hate
Got some n*ggas that's gone diss the treal n*ggas on the tape
But them the ones who want the streets
So they start to evaporate
That's why them n*ggas ain't around no more
Cause them n*ggas could sell no more
Without the Hypnotize or the Prophet n*gga you is no more
Got plaques up on my walls
Got twenties on my cars
Keep coming like you coming and I'm gonna show you
I ain't f*cked up bout no charge n*gga

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Can you n*ggas feel my pain
Catch me standing in the rain
Holding on a rusty 2
Bout to act a f*ckin fool
Is the 6 the devil though
Make you wanna powder your nose
Have you smoking hydro weed
Satisfaction guaranteed
Bucking wild and throwing signs
Knowing these n*ggas done loss they minds
Blame it on Coriddy and Ooh
When we c*ck them thangs and shoot
Thinking somebody had seen my face
Now I'm gonna catch a murder case
Just gonna beat him round for round and leave him in the river

[Bridge: DJ Paul talking]
Hahaha y'all n*ggas still don't understand
n*gga look around motherf*cker look the f*ck around you
And see who you see n*gga all you see is me
Hypnotized C-A-M-motherf*ckin-P b*tch
Come on, come on, keep it coming
Keep it coming, keep it coming

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
So you wanna try a
n*gga with the nine-a
Creep up from behind ya
Like the macarena
Shoot ya in your spine-a
Strap ya like a minor
Patch out your hizead
Slug bloody rized
Staying on the low low
Hating that's a no no
Duck taping trick up
In the trunk you go go
You gonna shake and shiver
Pain I deliver
Kidnapping fools throw they body in the river

[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]
Let get this on
You think I just p*ss off them f*ckin sl*ts then a
The streets auto traffic gonna f*ck you up but now
I had to tremble quick cause he bump with it
Got some midgets in my clizick now I'm pimping b*tch
My friends have brand new teams
Twenties hundred ain't she motherf*ckin funny
North Memphis come we catching everything and money
Home at night keep my motherf*ckin eyes open
Cause last night I'm dealing with the fedz in the corner store

[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
I locked em in the trunk
And dropped they bodies off
See cash in B.Z. you get that sawed off funk
Point to your head and then left someone dead
Then try that with thugs and be half out your head
See messing with me is like messing with the fedz
See messing with me is like being halfway dead
Most n*ggas don't walk my path I done already laid
Put 2 in the gun and flex so I won't be in that resting place

[Verse 6: Lord Infamous]
Don't make me get ignorant, feel the incisions
Arsenic fragments, dagger is jaggin'
Poison and lashes, 2000 hazardous
Can you imagine, me with the Magnum?
Fire breathing dragon, blow away the ashes
What the f*ck happen, torture and trap them
Satan is digging, Scarecrow premonition
The world is ending, please make a decision

[Verse 7: La Chat]
Mayn f*ck that sh*t
Go get that b*tch and throw her ass in my trunk
That infrared net be getting her head
She make more sounds and she dumped
Where the f*ck the evidence b*tch
Only heat for my witness
You think I'm playing what you saying
LaChat ain't bout her business
I tote my Glock I keep it c*cked
The .38 slug for a n*gga
Could be my brother husband cousin
f*ck him I pull the trigger
Got no remorse won't sympathize
Ain't got no love in my soul
Don't f*ck with me know who I be
LaChat that murdering hoe

[Verse 8: T-Rock]
I got him running from my slugs wrath
n*ggas get they mugs snapped
Licking shots from plastic Glocks
You marinate in blood baths
Ignorance leave my manner
Silently concealed with Anna
Hoe I pugulize your skull
And split it with the snipers scanner
Insert the capping Glock
Gunpoint faster props
Lock and load like master lock
And hit you for an aftershock
I'm a snake so meet your fate
Compensate the paper chase
Triple 6 is running sh*t
Corroborate and we make you wait

[Verse 9: Lil' E]
You's out there thinking we just bullsh*ttin
About this sh*t gone whined up being
The very motherf*cker with they wig split
Laying there in the corner
That you can't just see me come out of
Now you think a n*gga still playing
b*tch what's up cuz
Like I always said
I'm gonna tell you once and ain't no more
I think I done made it clear enough
About how these ballers like the road
I ain't you hoe
Lil P don't mess with me when I get good and crunk
Or you gonna find yourself locked in the f*ckin trunk

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