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Pastor Troy

Genres: Hip-Hop

Pastor Troy For President Lyrics - Pastor Troy

[pastor troy] 

 

I'm the muthafucking president (come on, come on) 3x 

Watch how I represent 

 

Verse 1: 

 

From the land where the constitution stand while niggas stumbling 

Wondering, who is gone step up and stop the mumbling? 

We all complain for better things 

But who gonna bring the pain to make these muthafuckers shame 

They weigh 

My brother taught me that crime pays 

We run up in another nigga shit with a.k.'s and mob thirds 

Who gone have the last word? 

Yo team or mine 

Why don't we just rob them crackers blind 

Quit being shine 

My mind upsets me cause niggas a stress me 

If yo ass don't wanna be set free, 

Don't hinder me 

I can see it from a mile away 

I hate these muthafuckers 

But I love the game they play 

Like they so innocent 

I know them fucking crackers bent 

Cause niggas bent too 

Look at all I been through 

And I'm still running 

Grab yo gun and grab yo bullet proof 

But do not come if you ain't gone put yo shit to use 

Cause this a muthafucking war 

 

Hook: 4x 

 

Uncle sam what's yo ransom 

I got yo nieces 

Please, don't make me blow these ho's to pieces 

Cause they increasing 

 

Verse 2: 

 

Uncle sam what's yo ransom 

Tell me what's up 

Got a message for the pentagon 

You fucking up 

50 bucks and a canteen 

Dogding the trap never will I join the army bitch! 

Don't make me laugh 

It's war 

My niggas is burning and giving in 

Either you roll with them or they throw you in the pin 

To win, was all I ever wanted to do 

Would you do it for me (no) 

Then I can't do it for you 

A soulja buddy, I was born on the base 

Uncle sam want who? , get the fuck up out my face 

The case is closed 

I can't be treated like a ho 

No push-ups, no sit-ups, I tell ya hell no 

I been in the army 22 years to today 

I rock my fatigues, I rock my muthafucking yay 

I sweep on the bump and let it rid e on y'all punks 

The streets my army and I been ready off the jump 

Muthafuckers i'ma soulja