Help Me Rhonda Lyrics - We Ready, I Declare War - Pastor Troy

Pastor troy: 

Kd had called and gave me the word 

Said this nigga had ten birds, in augusta for the week 

From the islands 

As soon as k told me this shit, I started smiling 

Cause all I could see was money piling 

Shit, on top of money 

Now, ? ? ? with the money for the week, and chesapeake 

The heat made my nigga take a break 

If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious 

I'ma sell the fucking quart for the ? ? the ha ha 

As I told k bye bye, he shot me advice 

If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice 

This is ya nigga for life 

Go fight 'em fire for fire 

Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired 

Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it 

There's kia and jessica and then rhonda truitt 

Now jessica to stupid and kia lie to much, 

I guess I'll take rhonda, cause rhonda don't give a fuck 

But first I got to pump her up 

I'm give her what, 10 g's 

Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me 

Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse 

But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse 

Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out 

I'm be waiting in the chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out 

If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich 

Come on, shit, rhonda, my down ass bitch 

Chorus:

I'm the realist bitch 

I'm mo' realer than reality 

Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty 

Well I'm the realist bitch 

I'm mo realer than reality (well uh huh) 

Fuck that dumb shit (uh huh) 

It take nothing to a casualty (what) 

Fbi be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh) 

Coming back from st. croix 

First lady to pastor troy (well come on) 

Even I'm a georgia boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (well uh huh) 

All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at (well uh huh) 

Drop it like a maniac (uh huh) 

Set it off by myself (well uh huh) 

Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else 

Pastor troy: 

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single 

I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks 

Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin' 

Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing 

Now what's in store for you is 10 g's 

(that's enough for me, I don't give a fat fuck 

What's the fucking hold up? ) 

About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar 

K had said them motherfuckers had a truck similiar 

Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit 

Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit 

Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head motherfucker 

Guess he most be know my bitch, rhonda watch them motherfuckers 

That owe 'em money, that what, with k.d. & chesapeake 

Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me 

If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder 

But for now me and rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder 

Chorus: (repeat 4x)