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Where Them Ni**az At? Lyrics - Face Off 2 - Pastor Troy

[Pastor Troy talking] 

This that hard shit (hard shit)... 

This that hard shit (hard shit)... 

This that hard shit (hard shit)... 

PT baby y'all know what time it is (yeah) 

 

[Verse 1] 

I'm in the Trans' 

Taking a chance they could kill me 

But I don't give a fuck, they gone motha fuckin' feel me 

'Til the car stops tickin', nigga I'm spittin' (blow) 

Empty my mag' (bl-bl-blooow) 

Dead at yo ass (come on) 

Say you want it hard being Sam gotta goon squad 

I don't give a damn, if I bam I'mma take yo heart 

Bleed blood nigga, bleed blood fuck nigga die 

All that he heard is that thunder-bird pass by 

Up out my T-top 

Big Keith, don't stop 

Let me put my scope on 

Show this nigga how bad I want 'em 

On channel two tonight, on forty six tonight 

On channel five tonight, somebody died tonight 

Ready to ride 

Nowhere to hide, I'mma physco 

Tap a nigga lips to the barrel of my rifle 

I'm liable, to hit the grave-yard with my squad 

To make sure you all see GOD (nigga) 

 

[Chorus: repeat 4X] 

What, what, what, what, what, whaaaat (Where Them Niggaz At?) 

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huuuuh (Where Them Niggaz At?) 

 

[Verse 2] 

First a fuck nigga talkin' shit off of twenty east 

A whole bunch of mouth but the ain't disturbin' no peace 

I'm at least known for the chrome, how I get it on 

Sendin' all the fuck niggaz home, but say they gone 

Hit 'em in the chest 

Peal flesh, let 'em bleed hoe 

Shots through the door 

Out that gold desert eagle 

Fuck yo' eagle 

Gotta go, then he gotta go 

Why?, I don't know 

'Cause I mother fuckin' said so 

Two eighty five, call me eighty five south 

Fly ass mouth and some K's at my fuckin' house 

Start bustin' shots when I motha fuckin' twelve (come on) 

Ask my brother (yeah) I'm hard as hell, (come on) 

You can tell, how I walk, how I talk it's real 

I can go anywhere in the world and chill 

'Cause I will, ride for mine all the time (blow) 

Y'all bitches betta watch it 

Eight ball corner pocket (nigga)