We Ready 2000 Lyrics - Pastor Troy

[Verse 1: Pastor Troy] 

These niggas asking how I choose to die 

Just like a muthafucking G is my only reply 

Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder slang 

Crank me up, bitch I'm gunning killing everything 

And my veins pumping nothing but this thug blood 

Maybe blue nigga, till I'm through nigga, yeah 

Situation got a nigga bout to self-destruct 

Better tell them niggas I don't give a fuck 

I make money, nigga money doesn't make me 

Guess that's why all these weak niggas hate me 

And lately I been letting a bunch of shit ride 

But fuck that where my muthafucking forty-five 

[Hook 2x: (We Ready in background)] 

I sold my soul to the devil for a small price 

I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life 

And I was asking everybody where the devil hang 

I got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang 

[Verse 2: Pastor Troy] 

My head gone, cause I been on this earth long enuff, 

In this land of little trust 

Where all my models and rubs, till I been bottled and brewed 

And it's been provin' that it ain't shit to prove 

I move about a gram a so, but clientele won't grow, 

until all them basers know, that I keep that butter 

A new face runs shop with me, said she need a 30 piece 

But I can't do shit because I think she's undercover 

My brother doing fed time, so I move nickels and dimes 

Praying when he comes out I can break him off 

He taught me all the game, make them boys find our name 

but from point blank range show them fuckers we ain't soft 

I lost about a dozen of my cousins, homicide 

How the hell am I supposed to hide the fucking hurt 

The many tears I cry, understanding me I tryed 

Then my cousin came to me and said coz go to work 

Now I'm grinding 

My timing, perfect, pick a mack and me some clothing 

The corner stores, the ski masks, the forty-fours 

Run up on 'em so slick, and get my pistol and click 

Give me the muthafucking bag or I'm gone buss yo' shit 

Now I came up, a fifteen thousand dollar lick 

Yeah Red Mouth, the Pastor need about a brick, and now it's on 

Strictly, quarters or grams, 

them down south georgia boys done blew up on all ya'll haters 

[Hook 2x: (We Ready in background)] 

I sold my soul to the devil for a small price 

I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life 

And I was asking everybody where the devil hang 

I got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang 

[Verse 3: Pastor Troy] 

I fill my mind with weed, uh, 

I can't believe my congregation is testing me 

Retailation would be less than me, 

While praising me in my face 

Shit these the same muthafuckers trying to take my place 

I hate to waste yo blood and leave ya church clothes filthy 

But believe I will do it without feeling guilty 

Let's understand though the Pastor, I'm still that nigga 

Praising the Lord for blessing me with nica triggas, and laser beams 

And my team, my original team, killers and bandates 

Try your best to understand it 

Nigga respect, I demand it 

I feel its mandatory, 

I'm popping on these niggas as I give the Lord the glory 

Like David, My slang shot human made 

Fuck whirling rocks, nigga my niggas got handgrenades 

Who payed?, I have layed my life on the line 

Cops pulling grind, got the Pastor dodging one time 

Signs of holy wars 

Touting magnum forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac 11's 

There's a hundred ways to die 

Up in the mist, surrounded by these evil men 

Got to stay hi', 

Grab the pistol and I let 'em fly, just like hulk 

So what, I thought you would've never done 

Nigga you did it and death will be the outcome 

I sholl hate it but I put up with it long enuff 

Ashes to ashes, and dust to fucking dust 

Don't fuck wit us 

[Hook 8x till end: (We Ready in background)] 

I sold my soul to the devil for a small price 

I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life 

And I was asking everybody where the devil hang 

I got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang