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Pastor Troy » This Tha City
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	Venom, all I spit is venom, a cobra Flinch my teeth and I'ma ride till it's over I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now Say you want pistol play, well then it's Blah! Blah! Cause I'm the Pastor leader of a wicked church Get ta busting out in public, gives a fuck who I hurt Them hits was weak for the 2 triple O Bitch ask me if I got your CD, ah naw hoe Cause I am not from the city of bullshitting As soon as we come it's time for wig splitting Your debt is bitten, I want undivided attention You say you pimping, I send my niggaz for the lynching Drenching your blood, God forgive 'em but we have sinned Them Georgia boys, when we come we come like men Fresh out of pen, I'm standing dead off in da' blaze With a fifth of remy pulling the pin out my grenade (Get paid!) (Chorus:) I come from tha city that deh' don't play by rules (x2) I come from the city tha deh' ride on fucking fools A this tha city, this tha city, this tha city (Well Uh-huh) (x4) Okay I come from the city, if you lame it's going to be ugly A bunch of niggaz biting my game but they can't touch me I don't drink bubbly, I'm drinking remy out the bottle Bout 5 Benz follow, my city is off the throttle I heard you hard, heard you the one that crunk the style Don't drop your card, I got the lowest in the pile You cracking smiles, we cracking mugs selling drugs We what hoes love, ATL fucking thugs Its real boy, you know the his-tory Mac 10's popping high ca-pa-city My whole team praying that you make some noise So we can introduce you to them big boys, yeah I got killers doing time as I speak to you Then some mo' in the streets right next to you And fore you can say Troy it wasn't me cuz I'ma hit you wit the whole 63 cuz You see a bitch slap a bitch oh' really See you a fucking joker and I'm not fucking tickled When blood trickle, that's me up out the F-350 Ya feet best of be kicking ya ass a damn skippy In my city ain't no games, we learn your name And where you went to school at, and where you used to hang And when I run across ya is where I'm going to drop ya Breaking your punk ass off something proper (Chorus:) I come from tha city that deh' don't play by rules (x2) I come from the city tha deh' ride a fucking fool Well this tha city, this tha city, this tha city (x13 to fade)
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