Pastor Troy - We Ready 2000 lyrics

These niggas asking how I choose to die
Just like a muthafucking G is my only reply
Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder slang
Crank me up
Bitch I'm gunning killing everything
And my veins pumping nothing
But this thug blood
Maybe blue nigga, till I'm through nigga
Yeah
Situation got a nigga bout to self-destruct
Better tell them niggas I don't give a fuck
I make money, nigga money doesn't make me
Guess that's why all these
Weak niggas hate me
And lately I been letting a
Bunch of shit ride but fuck that where
My muthafucking forty-five

(We Ready in background)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
I walk through muthafucking hell


Screaming thug life
And I was asking everybody
Where the devil hang
I got them niggas with me
They be talking gang bang

My head gone
Cause I been on this earth long enuff
In this land of little trust
Where all my models and rubs
Till I been bottled and brewed
And it's been provin' that it
Ain't shit to prove
I move about a gram a so
But clientele won't grow
Until all them basers know
That I keep that butter
A new face runs shop with me
Said she need a 30 piece
But I can't do shit because
I think she's undercover
My brother doing fed time
So I move nickels and dimes
Praying when he comes out I can break him off
He taught me all the game
Make them boys find our name
But from point blank range show
Them fuckers we ain't soft
I lost about a dozen of my cousins, homicide
How the hell am I supposed
To hide the fucking hurt
The many tears I cry
Understanding me I tryed
Then my cousin came to me and
Said coz go to work now I'm grinding
My timing, perfect
Pick a mack and me some clothing
The corner stores, the ski masks
The forty-fours run up on 'em so slick
And get my pistol and click
Give me the muthafucking bag or
I'm gone buss yo' shit
Now I came up, a fifteen thousand dollar lick
Yeah Red Mouth, the Pastor
Need about a brick, and now it's on
Strictly, quarters or grams
Them down south georgia boys done blew
Up on all ya'll haters

(We Ready in background)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
I walk through muthafucking hell
Screaming thug life
And I was asking everybody
Where the devil hang
I got them niggas with me
They be talking gang bang

I fill my mind with weed, uh
I can't believe my congregation is testing me
Retailation would be less than me
While praising me in my face
Shit these the same muthafuckers trying
To take my place
I hate to waste yo blood and
Leave ya church clothes filthy
But believe I will do
It without feeling guilty
Let's understand though the Pastor
I'm still that nigga
Praising the Lord for blessing
Me with nica triggas, and laser beams
And my team, my original team
Killers and bandates
Try your best to understand it
Nigga respect, I demand it
I feel it's mandatory
I'm popping on these niggas as I
Give the Lord the glory
Like David, My slang shot human made
Fuck whirling rocks
Nigga my niggas got handgrenades
Who payed?, I have layed my life on the line
Cops pulling grind
Got the Pastor dodging one time
Signs of holy wars
Touting magnum forty-fours, and forty-fives
Mac 11's there's a hundred ways to die
Up in the mist, surrounded by these evil men
Got to stay hi'
Grab the pistol and I let 'em fly
Just like hulk
So what, I thought you would've never done
Nigga you did it and death
Will be the outcome
I sholl hate it but I put
Up with it long enuff
Ashes to ashes, and dust to fucking dust
Go head and buss

(We Ready in background)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
I walk through muthafucking hell
Screaming thug life
And I was asking everybody
Where the devil hang
I got them niggas with me
They be talking gang bang