It's Too Late Now We Ready!

PASTOR TROY

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, li