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It's Too Late Now We Ready! Lyrics

Artist: Pastor Troy
Album: We Ready I Declare War

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 D.S.G.B. 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 cant 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 aint 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 niggaz, 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<17x>(till song fades)

talking:we ready nigga we aint giving a fuck about nobody,cuz we aint got
shit to loose, I aint got shit, I aint jealous of these little lame
motherfuckaz

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