Pastor Troy

Pastor Troy - No More Play in G. a. lyrics

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 (phone ringing)

Pastoer troy: y'all watch thiswatch this (laughs)

Guy on phone: no limit studios

Pastoer troy: yeayeayeacan I speak to p? 

Guy on phone:	p ain'y here

Pastoer troy: hey yotell him that pastor troy and them down south

Georgia boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then what's up we'll

Go to war



Voices in background:

Whawhawhawha(gunfire) whawha(gunfire) wha

Whawhawha(gunfire) whawhawhawha



Chorus: pastor troy (voices in bacground)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!)



Pastor troy:

What's upbig mouthbig talkbig game

Teacher's pettakin' aimpop the techtakin' aim

Plenty rangeplenty shot

Plenty changeplenty glock

Pack the heat and i'ma keep em' hot

And i'ma take my stress right off the top

Cuz I'm notnothing like

Anyoneonce on the mic

Wish you mightshow ya right

Have y'all thinking I'm barry white

In the nightpack em' tightc all a fightt.k.o.

We got mo'you ain't knownumerouno

Keep a o we burnin slowwe optimoy'all swisher sweets

And don't competeI'm too uniquesit back be quiet when the pastor preach

I made the beatyou beat your meatyeah punk you touch yourself

It be pastor troyd.s.g.brepresent until my death

And anyone elsethat want usyou can trustit ain't no fear

You can talk that in my earbut it ain't shit'til you come down here

And anyone elsethat want usyou can trustit ain't no fear

You can talk that in my earbut it ain't shit'til you come down here



Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)



Pastor troy:

Fake realfake soulsold thissold that

Story grew oldold 'vo'sold lac

But I'm backverse twoand youknow me

Ain't noowe meyou dieslowly

Holybibleassaultrifle

Thou shaltnot killunless they make you feel

Like theysuperiornaw brahwho you wit'

D.s.g.b. my cliqueall the money that we can get

In the mintgone and pickI'm like vickvapor rub

Pinch a nick up out your dubbwho the fuck you think I was

Enough oftalkin'talkin'what's up

Is weactin upyou bestbe backin up

Remberre-upred mouthstraighten me

All these niggaz be hatin mebecause we keep all the d

O-padd a eo.p.p. we ain't down

None of my folks don't fuck aroundquick to spit every round

Come on clownyou so badyou so rawyou so mean

In the carlooking meanall you seeis the green

I'm the kingof the thrownstill shownevery song

Punks due to not live too longpastor troy and now it's on



Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

What say the fuck what ya say (we ready!)



Pastor troy: ("we ready!" in background for last 8 lines)

I make the ghetto my lobbymake they habit my hobby

Bought a little arm & hammercook itthen sell the copy

Got me watchin for coppersall I want is to prosper

Niggaz climbing with medon't know they claimin they "g"

So bump this beat cuz it's realjust change your air change the station

Watch the story bout hatin'then another bout bassin'

I'm takin' riches to get itbut now I'm sick of this shit

So with these last couple of dollarswe gone flip it legit

I bought this beat machinebout big as a calculator

Who would have ever dreamed we hit the studio later

Its like I owe them bassersfor making me take this serious

Wasn't for the struggle cuzyou would not be hearin' this

In the mist I'm frisked bout three times a day

What I'm doing down herenigga this where I stay

I just praythat I relaythe message to some

And let them knowgoddamnain't no more play where I'm from



Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)



Now shit's real                      
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Language: English

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