This Tha City Lyrics - Face Off - Pastor Troy

Venom... 

All I spit is venom 

A cobra... 

Flinch my teeth and I'ma ride till its over 

I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now 

Say you want pistol play 

Well then its Blah! Blah! 

Cuz I'm tha Pastor... 

Leader of a wicked church 

Gets ta bustin 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, Uh Naw Hoe! 

Cause I am not from the city of bullshittin 

As soon as we come 

Its time for wig splittin 

Your debt is bitten, I want undivided attention 

You say ya pimpin, I send my niggaz for da lynchin 

Drenchin your blood 

God forgive em but we have sinned 

Dem Georgia boys, when we come we come like men 

Fresh out da pen, I'm standin dead off in da' blaze 

Wit a fifth of Remy 

Pullin da pin out my grenade 

(GET PAID!) 

CHORUS 

(Okay...) 

I come from the city dat dey don't play by rules 

I come from the city dat dey ride da fucking fool 

I come from the city dat they don't play by rules 

I come from the city dat they ride da fucking fool 

Well Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city 

(Uh-Ah-Hah) 

Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city 

(Ah Hah) 

Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city 

(Uh-Ah-Hah) 

Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city 

(COME ON!! OH! WE READY!!) 

Okay I come from da city, If ya lame it's gon' be ugly 

A buncha' niggaz bitin my game, But dey can't touch me 

I don't drink bubbly, I'm drinkin remy out da bottle 

Bout 5 Benz follow, My city is off da throttle 

I heard you hard, Heard you da one dat crunk da style 

Don't drop yo' cards, I got da lowest in da pile 

You crackin smile, We crackin mud, sellin drug 

We what hoes love, ATL fuckin thugs 

It's real boy.. 

You know da His-to-ry 

Dem Mac 10's poppin 

My ca-pa-city 

My home team prayin dat you make some noise 

Uh so dat we can introduce ya to dem big boys, YEAH! 

I got killas doin time as I speak ta you 

Den some mo in da streets right next to you 

And fo' you can say "Troy wasn't me cuz" 

I'ma hit you wit the whole 63 cuz 

You see a bitch 

Slap a bitch, Oh Realla! 

See youse' a fuckin joker 

And I'm not fuckin tickled 

When blood trickle, Dat's me up out da F-350 

Ya feet besta be kickin yo ass a damn skippy 

In my city 

Ain't no games, We know yo name 

And where you went ta school at 

And where you used ta hang 

And where I run across ya 

It's where I'm gonna to drop ya 

Breakin yo punk ass off 

Somethin proper 

CHORUS 

(Okay...) 

I come from the city dat dey don't play by rule 

I come from the city dat dey ride da fucking fool 

I come from the city dat they don't play by rule 

I come from the city dat they ride da fucking fool 

Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city 

(Uh-Ah-Hah) 

Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city 

(Ah Hah) 

Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city 

(Uh-Ah-Hah) 

Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city 

(Until Fade)