Pastor Troy - No Mo Play In G.A. Lyrics
[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 ***** what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga ***** what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga ***** what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga ***** 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 ***** what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga ***** what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga ***** what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga ***** what ya say (We Ready!) My nigga ***** 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 thrown, 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 ***** what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga ***** what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga ***** what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga ***** what ya say (We Ready!) What say the ***** 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 ***** what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga ***** what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga ***** what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga ***** what ya say (We Ready!) My nigga ***** what ya say (We Ready!) Now shit's real
