(phone ringing) Pastoer y'all watch this, watch this (laughs) Guy on phone: no limit troy: yea, yea, yea, can I speak to p? Guy on phone: p ain'y Pastoer troy: hey yo, tell him that pastor troy and them south Georgia boys said since everybody thank they then what's up we'll Go to war
Voices in Wha, wha, wha, wha,(gunfire) wha, wha, (gunfire) wha Wha, wha, wha, (gunfire) wha, wha, wha, wha
Chorus: troy (voices in bacground) My fuck what ya say (we ready!) Ain't no play in ga (we ready!) My fuck what ya say (we ready!) Ain't no more in ga (we ready!) My fuck what ya say (we ready!) no more play in ga (we ready!) My nigga what ya say (we ready!) Ain't no play in ga (we ready!)
Pastor What's up, big mouth, big talk, big pet, takin' aim, pop the tech, takin' aim Plenty range, plenty change, plenty glock Pack the heat and i'ma em' hot And i'ma take my stress off the top I'm not, nothing like Anyone, on the mic you might, show ya right Have thinking I'm barry white In the night, em' tight,c all a fight, t.k.o. We got mo', you know, numero, uno, Keep a o we burnin slow, we optimo, swisher sweets And don't compete, I'm too unique, sit back be quiet when the pastor I made the beat, you beat your meat, yeah you touch yourself It be pastor troy, d.s.g.b, until my death And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it no fear You can talk that in my ear, but it ain't shit, 'til you down here And anyone else, want us, you can trust, it ain't no fear You can that in my ear, but it ain't shit, 'til you come down here
Chorus: troy [voices in bacground] (2x) My nigga fuck ya say (we ready!) Ain't no play in ga (we ready!) My fuck what ya say (we ready!) no more play in ga (we ready!) My nigga fuck ya say (we ready!) no more play in ga (we ready!) My nigga fuck ya say (we ready!) My fuck what ya say (we ready!)
troy: Fake real, fake soul, sold this, that grew old, old 'vo's, old lac But I'm back, two, and you, know me Ain't no, owe me, you die, Holy, bible, assault, shalt, not kill, unless they make you feel Like they, superior, naw brah, who you D.s.g.b. my clique, all the money we can get In the mint, gone and pick, I'm vick, vapor rub Pinch a nick up out your dubb, who the you think I was Enough of, talkin', talkin', up Is we, up, you best, be backin up Rember, re-up, red mouth, me All niggaz be hatin me, because we keep all the d O-p, add a e, o.p.p. we ain't None of my folks don't fuck around, to spit every round on clown, you so bad, you so raw, you so mean In the car, mean, all you see, is the green I'm the king, of the thrown, shown, every song Punks due to not live too long, troy and now it's on
Chorus: pastor troy in bacground] (2x) My nigga fuck ya say (we ready!) no more play in ga (we ready!) My nigga fuck ya say (we ready!) Ain't no more in ga (we ready!) My nigga what ya say (we ready!) Ain't no play in ga (we ready!) My nigga what ya say (we ready!) say the fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Pastor troy: ("we ready!" in for last 8 lines) I make the ghetto my lobby, make they my hobby, a little arm & hammer, cook it, then sell the copy, Got me for coppers, all I want is to prosper, Niggaz climbing with me, don't know claimin they "g" So this beat 'cause it's real, just change your air change the station the story bout hatin', then another bout bassin' I'm takin' riches to get it, but now I'm of this shit So with these last couple of dollars, we gone flip it I bought this beat machine, bout big as a Who would have ever we hit the studio later, Its like I owe them bassers, for making me this serious Wasn't for the struggle 'cause, you would not be this In the I'm frisked bout three times a day, What I'm doing down here, nigga this I stay I just pray, that I relay, the to some And let them know, goddamn, ain't no more play I'm from
Chorus: pastor [voices in bacground] (2x) My nigga what ya say (we ready!) Ain't no play in ga (we ready!) My nigga fuck ya say (we ready!) no more play in ga (we ready!) My fuck what ya say (we ready!) no more play in ga (we ready!) My fuck what ya say (we ready!) My fuck what ya say (we ready!)
Now real