Gone Getcha Lyrics - Face Off 2 - Pastor Troy

Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (x 8) 

Verse 1 

Now let's pray lord have mercy, help 'em God 

Pastor Troy baby, and I'm coming hard 

Had to sit back and see tha big picture 

Probably in the back seat bustin' me a Swisha 

So how I getcha? 

Huffin and puffin and cussin' over percussion? 

Out the back field 2,000 yards rushin 

I'm struttin, I'm cuttin, spinnin, I'm jukin 

Gotcha girlfriend on the side-line lookin (Wassup, baby?) 

It's all a game, but the winner is the one who maintain 

They all know my name i'm the heavyweight champ 

I rock the belt and got some killers on my camp 

This drank done got me amp it got me ready to shut the club down 

Take it all the way, for a mothafuckin touchdown, 

Let's clown 

Dancin in the endzone, I'm lookin good, I'm lookin strong 

Pastor Troy 'bout to getcha buck, tell them hoes it's on (Yeah!) 

Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (x 8) 

Ok, If you came to get buck throw it up (Throw it up!) 

If you came to get buck throw it up (Throw it up!) 

EASTSIDE!!! (Eastside!) WESTSIDE!!! (Westside!) 

NORTHSIDE!!! (Northside!) SOUTHSIDE, HO!!! (Southside, ho!) 

P.T. baby, I came to get crunk 

I'ont get low, I'ont ATL stomp 

All I do, is come through in the clutch (In the clutch) 

Kick Atlanta shit, back Atlanta shit up 

Them suckers took a real low, motherfuck a dutch 

I'd rather grab a mic and grab my nuts 

I got it in cruise control, I got it set 

From Colli Park, bout to hurt a known in the Dec 

All over Zone Three and Zone Four 

Every set that you claim, I got a ho; you know 

She ready! 

Probably got more balls than you 

She ready! 

Hey, there boo, what they do 

The Pastor, after me, there'll be three 

Two that ain't there, and one you can't see 

It's just me, the PT Cruiser 

I'm independent, and bout to do ya 

And it's... 

Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (x 8)