Get Some Crunk in Yo System (feat. Pastor Troy) - Trillville

[Phone ringing] [Pastor Troy:] Y'all watch this, watch this [Laughs] [Guy on phone:] No Limit Studios [Pastor Troy:] yea, yea, yea, can I speak to P? [Guy on phone:] P ain'y here [Pastor Troy:] Hey yo, tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down South Georgia Boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then what's up we'll 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 background)] My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) [Pastor Troy:] What's up, Big mouth, Big talk, Big game Teacher's pet, takin' aim, pop the Tech, takin' aim Plenty range, plenty shot Plenty change, plenty glock Pack the heat and I'ma keep em' hot And I'ma take my stress right off the top Cuz I'm not, nothing like Anyone, once on the mic Wish you might, show ya right Have ya'll thinking I'm Barry White In the night, pack em' tight, c all a fight, T.K.O. We got mo', you ain't know, numero, uno, Keep a O we burnin slow, we optimo, y'all swisher sweets And don't compete, I'm 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 background) (2x)] My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't 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 'vo's, old lac But I'm back, verse two, and you, know me Ain't 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, I'm like Vick, Vapor Rub Pinch a nick up out your dubb, who the fuck you think I was Enough of, talkin', talkin', what's 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 ain't down None of my folks don't 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 I'm the king, of the throne, still shown, every song Punks due to not live too long, Pastor Troy and now it's on [Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background) (2x)] My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't 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, don't know they claimin they "G" So bump this beat cuz it's real, just change your air change the station Watch the story bout hatin', then another bout bassin' I'm takin' riches to get it, but now I'm 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 Wasn't for the struggle cuz, you would not be hearin' this In the mist I'm frisked bout three times a day, What I'm doing down here, nigga this where I stay I just pray, that I relay, the message to some And let them know, goddamn, ain't no more play where I'm from [Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background) 2x] My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Now shit's real

KD had called and gave me the word Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week From the islands, as soon as K told me this shit, I started smiling 'Cause all I could see was money piling, shit, on top of money Now, can't you come up with the money for the week, and Chesapeake The heat made my nigga take a break If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious I'ma sell the fucking quart for the A.A., ha ha As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice This is ya nigga for life, go fight 'em fire for fire Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much I guess I'll take Rhonda, 'cause Rhonda don't give a fuck But first I got to pump her up, I'm give her what, 10 g's Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out I'm be waiting in the Chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch Help me Rhonda, help Help, help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help, help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Well, I'm the realist bitch, I'm mo realer than reality Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly Coming back from St. Croix, First lady to Pastor Troy Even I'm a Georgia Boy, 'cause boy I'm ready jack All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at Drop it like a maniac, set it off by myself Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin' Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing Now what's in store for you is 10 G's That's enough for me, I don't give a fat fuck What's the fucking hold up? About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar K had said them motherfuckers had a truck similiar Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head motherfucker Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. and Chesapeake Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder But for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help

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I'm outside 30 minutes, Tryna figure out Which car, Match my outfit CMON! (Chorus)2X The hardest decision i got to make (yeah) Which car i'm gon take when i skate (yeah) I'm ridin' big yo (big yo)... I'm ridin' big yo (big yo)... (Verse 1) Cadillac... Escalade... Candy red... I'm sittin' on blades... and uh. I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) 1979 trans am. All them niggaz can say is "goddamn!" (you saw troy car?) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) Lexus coupe (cmon), Q45 (cmon) Gettin' my dick sucked. While i drive, nigga. I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) 745 on chrome giovanni's, Who in the hell is these niggaz callin' country, baby. I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) (Chorus) (Verse 2) Stop! Hit ya horn! (uh huh) Blink ya lights! (c'mon) Swerve... That thang...(uh huh) To the right,(c'mon) Make... Sure you...(uh huh) Got big rims...(c'mon) The whip up on the clown... time to peel! Gto's... Chevy chevelles... I'm pushin' mine home... To the ATL... yeah I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) 1996 impala... Turbo on that bitch... Straight holla! (haha) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) (Chorus) (Verse 3) (Pt baby!) I envisioned my rims... Since i was 19 (c'mon!) Pukang white, interior dark green.(c'mon!) Know what i mean. Know how it feel.(c'mon!)(c'mon!) To come to the crib... And muthafuckin' chill... Like THAT! In my garage...(c'mon!) I'm kickin' it hard...(c'mon!) A charlestown nigga.(c'mon!) Not charles in charge.yeah To get to where i'm at you got to do what i done did... Thats if you wanna ride big! DSGB we ridin' big (we ridin' big) (well uh huh!) To my nigga DJ clue (we ridin' big)(well uh huh!) All my homies on the southside ridin' big (ridin' big)(well uh huh!) All my homies on the westside ridin' big (ridin' big)(well uh huh!) All my homies on the eastside ridin' big (ridin' big)(well uh huh!) All my homies on the northside ridin' big (ridin' big)(well uh huh!) Miss PT, i'm comin' hard at ya kid (well uh huh!) Cause the only way i ride... Is BIG!