Brang Yo Army! Lyrics - D.s.g.b. I Am D.s.g.b. - Pastor Troy

Verse 1: peter the disciple 

I walk in hell, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting 

Throwing bows, showing gold's, and smoking dro's 

Drinking yak in the back, presidential 

Hand in hand with the devil, my team imperial 

We don't hang with that busta they call miracle 

The first disciple, 30 shots from the rifle 

Grab his soul like a reaper 

A.k.a. better known as lil' peter 

Light 'em up with the powder 

Best believe I'm a rider 

The pastor said sic him and whoever else with 'em 

And watch me and my boys go and flip him, we ready 

(pastor troy) 

I think somebody's bout to die (4x then to background of hook) 

Hook: 4x 

You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army 

Dez georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me 

Verse 2: blackout 

Killa, disabled, stable, mentally challenged the name 'em 

But yet I manage over God given talents 

Enter near it, cause ravage and repercussions, and damages 

Pimpin' at them, iceberg slim, seeking titanic 

Creeping steady slow 

Bobin' and weavin' we broke a do' 

Complication rules the nation so I roll while I smoke 

This one goes out to my folk 

This one they caught in they smoke 

Bungey jumping, hang gliding, and sliding of ski slopes 

Went from selling busta's dope, over used to be coke 

I can't cope, cut throat, rhymes over dope 

I go fo' broke 

Verse 3: pinhead 

Smoking on that reefer, with the street sweepers 

Suckers I got wiped up can't run from the grand reaper 

Peep a, miracle game so lame that you can't show 

You tried to steal a track from the pastor and got caught 

I brought my freaking folks 

My folks that keep it real 

We drinking on that brandi and we handy with the steel 

Better guard yo grill, hard to kill, like steven segal 

Cause when I see him fall, i'ma shatter his brains against the wall 

(pastor troy) 

I think somebody's bout to die 4x then to background of hook 

Hook: 4x 

You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army 

Dez georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me 

Verse 4: pastor troy 

Okay they got me last and I'm mad 

And I'm ready to fight 

One hundred eighty pounds strong, but watch how I bite 

They takin flight, cause this buster ackin' like my amigo 

Hit 'em seventeen times with that chrome desert eagle 

These my people, in georgia, ignore ya, I can't 

Get dumped off in miami riding on candy paint 

Now would you believe I got a body in my trunk? 

I'm crunk out the window, hell yeah!, I shot the punk 

The first to dump, the first one that punk scatter 

I'm high I'm drunk, put I'm still labeled that pastor 

So any bastard, that got plans to harm me 

You best of be ready cause I got a army 

(pastor troy) 

I think somebody's bout to die 4x then to background of hook 

Hook till end 

You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army 

Dez georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me