No More Play In G. A. Lyrics - Pastor Troy

(phone ringing) 

Pastoer troy: y'all watch this, watch this (laughs) 

Guy on phone: no limit studios 

Pastoer troy: yea, yea, yea, can I speak to p? 

Guy on phone: p ain'y here 

Pastoer troy: hey yo, tell him that pastor troy and them down south 

Georgia boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then what's up we'll 

Go to war 

Voices in background: 

Wha, wha, wha, wha,(gunfire) wha, wha, (gunfire) wha 

Wha, wha, wha, (gunfire) wha, wha, wha, wha 

Chorus: pastor troy (voices in bacground) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) 

Pastor troy: 

What's up, big mouth, big talk, big game 

Teacher's pet, takin' aim, pop the tech, takin' aim 

Plenty range, plenty shot 

Plenty change, plenty glock 

Pack the heat and i'ma keep em' hot 

And i'ma take my stress right off the top 

'cause I'm not, nothing like 

Anyone, once on the mic 

Wish you might, show ya right 

Have y'all thinking I'm barry white 

In the night, pack em' tight,c all a fight, t.k.o. 

We got mo', you ain't know, numero, uno, 

Keep a o we burnin slow, we optimo, y'all swisher sweets 

And don't compete, I'm too unique, sit back be quiet when the pastor preach 

I made the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself 

It be pastor troy, d.s.g.b, represent until my death 

And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it ain't no fear 

You can talk that in my ear, but it ain't shit, 'til you come down here 

And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it ain't no fear 

You can talk that in my ear, but it ain't shit, 'til you come down here 

Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Pastor troy: 

Fake real, fake soul, sold this, sold that 

Story grew old, old 'vo's, old lac 

But I'm back, verse two, and you, know me 

Ain't no, owe me, you die, slowly 

Holy, bible, assault, rifle 

Thou shalt, not kill, unless they make you feel 

Like they, superior, naw brah, who you wit' 

D.s.g.b. my clique, all the money that we can get 

In the mint, gone and pick, I'm like vick, vapor rub 

Pinch a nick up out your dubb, who the fuck you think I was 

Enough of, talkin', talkin', what's up 

Is we, actin up, you best, be backin up 

Rember, re-up, red mouth, straighten me 

All these niggaz be hatin me, because we keep all the d 

O-p, add a e, o.p.p. we ain't down 

None of my folks don't fuck around, quick to spit every round 

Come on clown, you so bad, you so raw, you so mean 

In the car, looking mean, all you see, is the green 

I'm the king, of the thrown, still shown, every song 

Punks due to not live too long, pastor troy and now it's on 

Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

What say the fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Pastor troy: ("we ready!" in background for last 8 lines) 

I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit my hobby, 

Bought a little arm & hammer, cook it, then sell the copy, 

Got me watchin for coppers, all I want is to prosper, 

Niggaz climbing with me, don't know they claimin they "g" 

So bump this beat 'cause it's real, just change your air change the station 

Watch the story bout hatin', then another bout bassin' 

I'm takin' riches to get it, but now I'm sick of this shit 

So with these last couple of dollars, we gone flip it legit 

I bought this beat machine, bout big as a calculator 

Who would have ever dreamed we hit the studio later, 

Its like I owe them bassers, for making me take this serious 

Wasn't for the struggle 'cause, you would not be hearin' this 

In the mist I'm frisked bout three times a day, 

What I'm doing down here, nigga this where I stay 

I just pray, that I relay, the message to some 

And let them know, goddamn, ain't no more play where I'm from 

Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) 

Now shit's real