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No Mo Play in GA Lyrics

Artist: Pastor Troy
Album: Face Off

(phone ringing)
Troy:yea, yea, yea can i speak to P?
Guy on the phone:P aint here
Troy: Hey yo, tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down South Georgia Boys said
since everybody thank they soldiers then what's up lets go to war

Chorus: My nigga fuck what you say, aint no mo' play in G.A.

We Ready (in the background) <8x>

Whats up, big mouth, big talk, big game
Teacher pet, taking name, pump the teck,im takin aim
Plenty range, plenty shot,plenty change,plenty glock
Pack the heat and Imma keep em' hot and Imma take my stress right off the top
Cuz Im not, nothin' like, anyone whats on the mike
Wish ya might, sho' ya right,have yall thinkin' Im Barry White
In the night,pack em' tight,call a fight, T.K.O
We got mo'.you aint no,numero uno
Keep a O,we burnin' slow
We optimo, yall swisher sweets,and dont compete,Im to unique,sit back be quiet
while the pastor preach
I made the beat,you beat ya meat,yeah punk,you touch yoself
It be Pastor Troy D.S.G.B represent until my death
And anyone else,that wont us,you can trust it aint no fear
You can talk that in my ear
But that aint shit 'til ya come down here
And anyone else that wont us,you can trust it aint no fear
You can talk that in my ear,but that aint shit 'til ya come down here

(Chorus)

Fake gold,fake soul,sold this,sold that
Story,grew old,old vouges,old lac
But Im back,verse 2,and you,know me
Aint no,owe me,you die,slowly
Holy Bible,assault rifle,thou shall,not kill,unlees they make you feel
Like they,superior,naw brah,who you wit
D.S.G.B my clique, all the money that we can get
In the mix,gone and pick,Im like Vick,Vapor rub
Pinch a nick up out yo dub
Who the fuck you thank I was
Enough of,the talkin',talkin,whats up
If we,actin up, you best be backin up
Remember,re-up,red mouth,straighten me,all these niggas be hatin me
Because we keep all the D,O-P,and a E
O.P.P,we aint down,no of yall dont fuck around,quick to spit,every round
C'mon clown,you so bad,you so raw,you so mean,in the car,lookin' mean
All ya see, is the green
Im the king,of the throne,still,in every song
Pump it to,not live too long,Pastor Troy,and now its on

(Chorus)

I make the ghetto my lobby,make they habit my hobby
Bought the look of Arm&Hammer,cooked it up,sell the copy
Got me watchin for coppers,all I want is to prosper
Niggas climbin wit me,dont know they claimin they G
So bump this beat cuz its real,just change yo air change the station
Watch a story bout hatin,then another bout bassin
Im stayin rich to get it,but now Im sick of this shit
So wit these last couple of dollars,we gone flip it ligit
I bout this beat machine,bout big as a calculator
Who would have every dreamed,we hit the studio later
Its like I owe them bassers,for makin me take this serious
Wasnt for the srtuggle cuz,you would not be hearin this
In the mist,Im frisked bout 3 times a day
What Im doin down here,nigga this where I stay
I just pray,that I relay the message to some
And let em' know,gotdamn aint no mo',play where Im from

(Chorus)

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