Pastor Troy - It's Too Late Now, We Ready! Lyrics
Troy:what that shit talkingGuy:uh,pastor troyTroy:get the ***** away from my mother*****in doorGuy:(knocking on door)this p nigga,imma sign you up niggaTroy:i do not feel like being disturbedGuy:that d.s.g.b. album was straight my niggaTroy:will you please get away from my mother*****in doorGuy:uugghhh!Troy:Ill probly let your ass inNigga and I aint never going to the door, without my pieceI dont know whos on the other side, beauty or beastAnd if I do just happen to die, ***** that shitI hope they bury me and drop me quick, Im getting sickThinkin bout my so called enemies, til I explodeGrab the mother*****ing 45, its lock and loadAnd all these other ***** mother*****ers, they in dangerIts the wrong nigga to angerThe *****ing dopeSlanger showed me how to do what I got to doIn this industry to make a livinWhile all of my intentions was to avoid the prisonIm still listenin for the lord to tell me that Im forgivenIm drivin to the point of no return where water burnI learn that nobody out here really gives a damnI know I sell dope,i know I bust on *****es but from *****esSo my nigga shit I am who I amAnd yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of deathIts pitch black so the shadow is a sceneI hear a faint voice red alert***** that dirt and who you hurtYoung nigga persue your dreamsI started sellin dope when I was youngerWhat would you chooseSell mother*****in dope or hungerIts up to youBut for me and the route I chose it wasnt my choiceWhos opinion who I need to voiceJust thank about it yous that nigga with no familyAint got no moneySo you cant afford no sanity they thank its funnySo you run across the tec 9 to kill the laughinThen they say they cant believe this happenActions speak louder than words this counries yellingAnd do we go to heaven or hell it aint no tellingI put my trust in God and whats the odds of whos the saver***** em please come back saviorCuz its like this I dont speak so they ***** my shitAnd now Im faced with these crimes that I aint commitAnd its *****ed up cuz them *****es be the main onesThey wanna stick a nigga for some shit they say he doneThese mother*****ers talking all about my danm funWhile toting guns, death is gonna be the outcomeFor all them niggaz, drink my liquor put my trust in godI know that I must beat the odds, but this shit is hardI disregard everything that they taught in schoolWith no diploma making move nigga whos the foolAs I sit with my strategy the game beginAnd the lord take my life from me I crack a grinHa, ha, haTo friends tha missed the smilingHave no remorse nigga me and jesus wildin, like thugsCheifing leaves, and drinkin hennessyLike on the cornerPicture God feelin marijuanaAs I relax and devilish demonds disapearI got the feeling that a nigga gonna love it hereI take ya biblicalYall stay crunk off mystikalStay crunk off of pAs long as mother*****in georgia can listen to meWe ready<17x>(till song fades)We ready nigga we aint giving a ***** about nobody,Cuz we aint got shit to loose, I aint got shit,I aint jealous of these little lame mother*****az
