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Artist: Pastor Troy
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Song Title:	No More Play in G a
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(phone ringing)

Pastoer troy: yall watch this, watch this (laughs)

Guy on phone: no limit studios

Pastoer troy: yea, yea, yea, can I speak to p?

Guy on phone: p ainy here

Pastoer troy: hey yo, tell him that pastor troy and them down south

Georgia boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then whats up well

Go to war

Voices in background:

Wha, wha, wha, wha,(gunfire) wha, wha, (gunfire) wha

Wha, wha, wha, (gunfire) wha, wha, wha, wha

Chorus: pastor troy (voices in bacground)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

Pastor troy:

Whats up, big mouth, big talk, big game

Teachers pet, takin aim, pop the tech, takin aim

Plenty range, plenty shot

Plenty change, plenty glock

Pack the heat and ima keep em hot

And ima take my stress right off the top

Cuz Im not, nothing like

Anyone, once on the mic

Wish you might, show ya right

Have yall thinking Im barry white

In the night, pack em tight,c all a fight, t.k.o.

We got mo, you aint know, numero, uno,

Keep a o we burnin slow, we optimo, yall swisher sweets

And dont compete, Im too unique, sit back be quiet when the pastor preach

I made the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself

It be pastor troy, d.s.g.b, represent until my death

And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear

You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, til you come down here

And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear

You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, til you come down here

Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Pastor troy:

Fake real, fake soul, sold this, sold that

Story grew old, old vos, old lac

But Im back, verse two, and you, know me

Aint no, owe me, you die, slowly

Holy, bible, assault, rifle

Thou shalt, not kill, unless they make you feel

Like they, superior, naw brah, who you wit

D.s.g.b. my clique, all the money that we can get

In the mint, gone and pick, Im like vick, vapor rub

Pinch a nick up out your dubb, who the fuck you think I was

Enough of, talkin, talkin, whats up

Is we, actin up, you best, be backin up

Rember, re-up, red mouth, straighten me

All these niggaz be hatin me, because we keep all the d

O-p, add a e, o.p.p. we aint down

None of my folks dont fuck around, quick to spit every round

Come on clown, you so bad, you so raw, you so mean

In the car, looking mean, all you see, is the green

Im the king, of the thrown, still shown, every song

Punks due to not live too long, pastor troy and now its on

Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

What say the fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Pastor troy: ("we ready!" in background for last 8 lines)

I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit my hobby,

Bought a little arm & hammer, cook it, then sell the copy,

Got me watchin for coppers, all I want is to prosper,

Niggaz climbing with me, dont know they claimin they "g"

So bump this beat cuz its real, just change your air change the station

Watch the story bout hatin, then another bout bassin

Im takin riches to get it, but now Im sick of this shit

So with these last couple of dollars, we gone flip it legit

I bought this beat machine, bout big as a calculator

Who would have ever dreamed we hit the studio later,

Its like I owe them bassers, for making me take this serious

Wasnt for the struggle cuz, you would not be hearin this

In the mist Im frisked bout three times a day,

What Im doing down here, nigga this where I stay

I just pray, that I relay, the message to some

And let them know, goddamn, aint no more play where Im from

Chorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!)

Now shits real

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