Pastor Troy - Bring Ya Army Bitch lyrics

I walk in hell, bucking and fighting
Scratching and biting
Throwing bows, showing gold's
And smoking dro's
Drinking yak in the back, presidential
Hand in hand with the devil, my team imperial
We don't hang with that
Busta they call Miracle
The First Disciple, 30 shots from the rifle
Grab his soul like a reaper
Aka better known as Lil' Peter
Light 'em up with the powder
Best believe I'm a rider
The Pastor said sic him and
Whoever else with 'em
And watch me and my boys go and flip him
We ready

You say you want me
But you betta brang yo army
Dez Georgia Rebels ain't gone
Let nobody harm me

Killa, disabled, stable
Mentally challenged the name 'em
But yet I manage over God given talents
Enter near it, cause
Ravage and repercussions, and damages
Pimpin' at them, Iceberg slim
Seeking Titanic creeping steady slow
Bobin' and weavin' we broke a do'
Complication rules the nation so I
Roll while I smoke
This one goes out to my folk
This one they caught in they smoke
Bungey jumping, hang gliding
And sliding of ski slopes
Went from selling busta's dope
Over used to be coke
I can't cope, cut throat, rhymes over dope
I go fo' broke

Smoking on that reefer
With the street sweepers
Suckers I got wiped up can't
Run from the grand reaper peep a
Miracle game so lame that you can't show
You tried to steal a track from
The Pastor and got caught
I brought my freaking folks
My folks that keep it real
We drinking on that Brandi and
We handy with the steel
Better guard yo grill, hard to kill
Like Steven Segal cause when I see him fall
I'ma shatter his brains against the wall

You say you want me
But you betta brang yo army
Dez Georgia rebels ain't gone
Let nobody harm me

Okay they got me last and I'm mad
And I'm ready to fight
One hundred eighty pounds strong
But watch how I bite they takin flight
Cause this buster ackin' like my amigo
Hit 'em seventeen times with
That chrome desert eagle
These my people, in Georgia, ignore ya
I can't
Get dumped off in Miami riding on candy paint
Now would you believe I got
A body in my trunk?
I'm crunk out the window, hell yeah!
I shot the punk the first to dump
The first one that punk scatter
I'm high I'm drunk
Put I'm still labeled that Pastor
So any bastard, that got plans to harm me
You best of be ready cause I got a army


You say you want me
But you betta brang yo army
Dez Georgia Rebels ain't gone
Let nobody harm me