Pastor Troy - Frame Me lyrics

[Pastor Troy - Frame Me lyrics]

It was this muthafucker hi' about
The got damn NARC's to see how quick to get
The ki in college park
I knew him from the shop
Knew he was full of shit
Wiped that nigga half a block
Charge a whole brick
I got him thinking well shit
I'll git dat money back
Got a surprise for his ass, hell naw jack
I got to go
I cut the corner by the store when
They first got on my ass
Carrying all my damn dope
So I got to be fast i'm looking mad as a
Muthafucker stooped down low
And I'm a kill me a muthafucker, I can't go
Cause hell no, that 44 is tapping my side
Telling me to turn around on
These bitches and fry
And see I never should've served that nigga
I'll make it my business to murder that nigga
You see I, I shouldn't of served that nigga
I'll make it my business to murder that nigga

In background
(You fucked up when he see my ass again)
A frame me, frame me, you gone die bitch

I cut between this green house
And this blue muthafucker
Still touting my money
I'm headed back towards my brother
On tha other street, pulled my heat
Released three they may catch some
But they will never catch me
And with this nigga half of ki
I'm running faster than ever
S squads and the NARC's
But they got to come better
Got my pistol in my left hand
My money in right
These niggas fucking with a made
Man and shots take flight
I think they might try to cut
Me off on Pecan Drive
Make a left, then a right
Hold my breath and hide
Then go aside of this old
House and change my clothes
Trying to find a safe place where
I can hide my dope
I'm creeping up out the do'
Slip of my grinding suit
I reload the 44, now I'm ready to shot
I took the money to the back
Cut the shit in the sofa
Look some snitches like that
So I tipped it over
Now I'm smiling like the Joker on
The brink of a laugh now I got to find this
Nigga that tried to act cause see I
Never should've served that nigga
I'll make it my business to murder that nigga

(You fucked up when he see my
Ass again) - in background
A frame me, frame me, you gone die bitch

I stepped back out in the darker suit
Threw on my skully
Know tha NARC 's some where mad as hell
Looking bout ugly but they can't touch me
I know what they gone do before it's done
Now they advise that young muthafucker to run
Cause when I come, I'm coming with tha work
All you hear is gun shots
You see a nigga hurt
He shouldn't of fucked with me
Living out lucky, he playing it smart
Don't show yo face, in College Park
It's getting dark, so I sparked
Cause I ain't smoked all day
Where ever that muthafucker hiding
His ass better stay
Cause I don't play muthafucker
Let's get that straight now
Muthafuckers will do what muthafuckers allow
But I'm like blaow
How the hell am I going under
Caught him cutting the corner
I filled him up with the thunder
Made him wonder was it worth it
Put four in his heart
Don't start that shit in College Park
I ripped his chest apart and shot
That bitch walking with him
Then I went and called a ambulance
To come and get 'em had to hit 'em
To show 'em I'm a real muthafucker
I grabbed my money and hit 20 it's to Augusta
I never should've of served that nigga
I made it my business to murder that nigga
You see I shouldn't of served that nigga
I'll made it my business to murder that nigga

In background
(You fucked up when he see my ass again)
A frame me, frame me, you gone die bitch

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