Vice Versa Lyrics - Face Off - Pastor Troy

Pastor troy [talking]: 

Yeah (yeah) 

This song is called goddamn, vica versa 

(I'm doin' my best to save my people) 

It's like, (the people & I will rely in God) 

Picture everything that you thought was good, was really bad 

Everything bad, was good 

(what if heaven was on earth nigga) 

The whole world, vica versa 

(good is bad) 

Vica versa (bad is good) 

(dear lord am I the only one? ) 

This shit here, goddamn, gon' 

Go'n get you a fat blunt of that 'dro 

Smoke that shit 

(it's all vica versa) 

Look up in the air nigga 

(we rich nigga) 

(this is what we doin', it's vica versa) 

Know ain't everybody gon' feel this shit 

Vica versa, pastor troy 

Vica versa 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

What if heaven was hell and vica versa 

If I told you go to hell, would you tell I cursed ya? 

I re embersed ya, with the truth, so you know my fate 

They pray I die I'm that nigga that they love to hate 

I'ma make you use your mind, god, the 7th sign 

And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your time 

Again I ask, heaven was hell and vica versa 

Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture? 

The spirit, man, do you understand, there's a war 

It's ragin' on 

And the devil got some ammo too 

Don't get me wrong 

But I put my trust off in the lord 

It's too corrupt 

Know that God gon' help me blow 'em up 

I give a fuck, heaven was hell and vica versa 

I have no fear 

I done witnessed too much hell right here 

Lend me your ear, recall all the beer 

We had to pour 

'till all our niggaz hit the devil with the .44 

Payback nigga 

My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter 

Better alone 

And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone 

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Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby 

It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg satan to save me 

God I'm confused, the fuse of all these muthafuckaz 

Makin' me sick 

Virgin Mary never fu**ed nobody, but she sucked di** 

with a clique of nasty concubine 

And vica versa, so she'll probably do the whole nine 

Naste hoe 

I don't know where i'ma go this christmas 

It's satan's birth 

I'ma try to smoke a pund of weed, and ease the hurt 

While jesus equiped with angels, the devil's equiped with fire 

Oh God so love the world he blessed the thug with rocks 

Won't stop until they feel me 

Protect me devil, think the lord is tryin' to kill me 

It's vica versa 

Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high 

To see the lord almighty nigga, I'm ready to die 

My reply for any questions asked 

The devil made me do it 

Who's the devil may I ask? 

It's so polluted 

Up-rooted from all this stupid shit 

See me cremated, my adaption to the climate 

So glad I made it 

Elated that they gon' go to heaven 

But do they know 

Heaven may not be th place to go 

Again I ask, heaven was hell and vica versa 

The devil's demons, I'll be damned if I'm gon' let 'em hurt ya 

Follow me... 

Peter the disciple: 

If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devil 

A doun south georgia rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level 

Remenisin' on all the good and the bad that I did 

Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs 

And servin' nicks and talkin' shit 

This is vica versa no fuckin' commercial 

Heaven or hell, where do we go? 

When we die, eternal fire or the street of gold 

Only God knows, vica versa