Pastor Troy - It's To Late Now... We Ready... lyrics

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 DSGB 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 peice
I don't know who's on the other side
You get a peice
And If I do just happen to die
Fuck that shit
I hope they burry me and drop me quick
I getting sick
Thinkin bout my so called enemies
Till 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, whatI got to do
In this industry to make a livin
While all of my intensions 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 danm i know I sell dope
I know I bust on bitches but from bitches
So my nigga shit I am who I am and Yay
Though I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death, its 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 chioce
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 can't afford no saminy
They thank it's funny
So you run across the tech
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 ain't 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 niggas
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 (till song fades)
Talking: we ready nigga we ain't
Giving a fuck about nobody, cuz we ain't got
Shit to loose, I ain't got shit
I ain't jealous of these little lame
Motherfuckaz