Look What I'm Going Thru Lyrics - Book I - Pastor Troy

Hook: male singer 

Look what I'm going thru 16x 

Verse 1: t mac 

I was sitting at the table while popping on my yego 

Dual off in my chevy got me loose finna let go 

And I got 'em ducking finna buck 'em 

Shaking bitches off with fire when I'm lucking 

Murder keep me fiending for a pill in the kill and I steel when I ratter 

Tatter tatter 

Watch her body splatter cause it really doesn't matter 

If I gotta i'ma pop her and the clip gone stop her 

Ena forina sipping on a zima 

Smoke cut it out 

How you live about 

Bitches in the south 

Women in the south 

Where my yams and my chicken and my color I'm picking, 

I'm picking, I'm choosing, 

I'm losing my mind my niggas is all of the time 

Dope than I choke 

Coughing the smoke 

So I be like fuck that dope 

Let's go bump a dime 

Fuck with my mind 

Keeping the nine all of the time 

I'm chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine 

Fuck what a nigga say he gone do 

I represent bulletproof 

And I been down since '92 

Y'all don't know what I done been thru 

Hook: male singer 

Look what I'm going thru 16x 

Verse 2: pastor troy 

Shit all I got is a bunch of problems and other stress 

In the land where a little man must wear a vest 

Settle for less 

But I got lesser 

Got this bitch that ain't shit and God won't bless her 

Won't slow me down 

Front this ho around let's be fo' real 

Kill or be killed 

I got feelings but I still can't feel 

Hungry for meals 

And until I can say I got it 

I'ma go take these crackers hostage at they college 

That's higher learning 

Blunt burning gone help me see 

The realness of this fucked up reality 

It's blasphemy 

A quarter ki of cooked coco 

Beware, although a bunch of fucking punks out there 

Ain't no scare 

Look what I'm going thru 

Hook: male singer 

Look what I'm going thru 16x 

Verse 3: eleven twenty-nine 

Quarter birds slabbed on the scale with no cut 

Can't worry about what niggas think cause they don't wanna see me up 

1988 we had connections like them goodfellas 

Smith and wesson on my side cause can't nobody tell us 

Nigga what the fuck you doing how we do it when 

I pray to God that he forgive me for my sins 

My mama still tell me till this day 

Better watch this how they play 

And muthafuck what niggas say 

That's that's why my mind can't get trapped 

Inside a nigga no bullshit 

Tripping off some anna that's why I be quick to pull quick 

Money still rolling holdin' down this shit with congregation 

Sold my soul 

Done pimped my foes, still big facing 

Got me pacing 

Hook: male singer 

Look what I'm going thru 16x 

Verse 4: mica b 

Coming up in the game making this money 

We constantly bumping gimme some on the scene 

Gotta pocket in the bank full of green 

And all my real thugs roll to clean 

Chiefin' that goody 

Thinking bout business 

Short term and long term 

Bullets we burn 

With a thick firm 

Let the whole world know it's our turn 

Major d in tennessee, atl, georgia, and m-town 

Bound to crank a spot up now 

Yes you know we pack them rounds, uh 

Making moves in the hood 

Chiefing with the big boys 

Rolling in the big toys 

Making all the big noise 

Ain't scared to go to war 

And all us hustlers like to score 

I'm dropping that pants worse 

Pimp first 

Then fuck what haters speak 

I'm pimping on these streets 

And these south joints paying me 

Mange twah in the marriott 

I send 'em to the private parties 

Then scoop 'em up 

From the snake joint and big bodies