Www Lyrics - Face Off 2 - Pastor Troy

[Verse 1] 

Some gold glock started as Castor (Castor) 

Naw nigga its the motherfuckin' Pastor (Pastor) 

Ready to rapcha 

Hittin' my slap shift 

Sumin' of the fifth 

Let's burn another splif 

Pussy rowling, ass end of the weed 

Lick the barel of my motherfuckin' Desert Ease' 

And they ain't believe I'm on top of shit, straight rock ya shit 

Ok fuck the props and shit 

'Cause when it all falls down 

I'm shooting everybody around 

You better get down 

You better take cover 

It's Pastor Troy I'mma killa motherfucker 

I just brought the Ferrari, fire red of the lot 

Damn what kinda money y'all got? 

And then I heard yo new cd it sound soft 

Fuck witcha boy PT and Face Off (Face Off nigga) 

[Chorus] 

Arrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we ready 

Arrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we ready 

Arrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we ready 

Arrrre (who want war) you reaaaady? (who want war) we ready 

[Verse 2] 

Verse 2 nigga, yeah 

Even when I sin catch the first stone 

Cross the line and get motherfuckin' rolled on 

(blow) It's full blown, like motherfuckin' 'nades 

Hand grenades 

Mistakes you shouldn't made 

But you did as a kid, the gun slagga 

Mom and pops knew I would be a gang banga 

But I ain't had to rock the red or rock the bluuue 

I had a mil' before I hit twenty two 

But look at you, you still workin' all fronts 

You might as well sell blunts 

Why don't you go post up in magic city 

Sale cigars, while I'm tippin' me some tities 

Naw you can go to LA and? 

You can be the one who parks my Benz 

If that's even what I'm driving 

I got so many cars, don't know what to ride (again) 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 

I gotta lesson that y'all need to learn 

Smith and Western, this court is adjourned 

A bad perm and a seven page rap sheet 

I came up out the fuckin' suite, now lets see 

Fifty thousand, in the club wildin' 

Everythangs free on ya boy PT 

Ya' see, some out here just have to wait 

GOD already prepared yo' plate 

When circumstance, sealed like your last chance 

Pray to the Lord and help you advance 

And you can, and you can, and you can 

And you can, until he comes again 

To win don't always mean to always come first 

Don't wanna be first ridin' in a hurst 

I rather live life, chill with the wife 

This is my sacrifice (sacrifice) 

[Chorus]