Pastor Troy - No More Play In G. A. Lyrics
(phone ringing)Pastoer troy: yall watch this, watch this (laughs)Guy on phone: no limit studiosPastoer troy: yea, yea, yea, can I speak to p?Guy on phone: p ainy herePastoer troy: hey yo, tell him that pastor troy and them down southGeorgia boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then whats up wellGo to warVoices in background:Wha, wha, wha, wha,(gunfire) wha, wha, (gunfire) whaWha, wha, wha, (gunfire) wha, wha, wha, whaChorus: pastor troy (voices in bacground)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)Pastor troy:Whats up, big mouth, big talk, big gameTeachers pet, takin aim, pop the tech, takin aimPlenty range, plenty shotPlenty change, plenty glockPack the heat and ima keep em hotAnd ima take my stress right off the topCuz Im not, nothing likeAnyone, once on the micWish you might, show ya rightHave yall thinking Im barry whiteIn 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 sweetsAnd dont compete, Im too unique, sit back be quiet when the pastor preachI made the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourselfIt be pastor troy, d.s.g.b, represent until my deathAnd anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fearYou can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, til you come down hereAnd anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fearYou can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, til you come down hereChorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)Aint 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 thatStory grew old, old vos, old lacBut Im back, verse two, and you, know meAint no, owe me, you die, slowlyHoly, bible, assault, rifleThou shalt, not kill, unless they make you feelLike they, superior, naw brah, who you witD.s.g.b. my clique, all the money that we can getIn the mint, gone and pick, Im like vick, vapor rubPinch a nick up out your dubb, who the ***** you think I wasEnough of, talkin, talkin, whats upIs we, actin up, you best, be backin upRember, re-up, red mouth, straighten meAll these niggaz be hatin me, because we keep all the dO-p, add a e, o.p.p. we aint downNone of my folks dont ***** around, quick to spit every roundCome on clown, you so bad, you so raw, you so meanIn the car, looking mean, all you see, is the greenIm the king, of the thrown, still shown, every songPunks due to not live too long, pastor troy and now its onChorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)Aint 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, dont know they claimin they gSo bump this beat cuz its real, just change your air change the stationWatch the story bout hatin, then another bout bassinIm takin riches to get it, but now Im sick of this shitSo with these last couple of dollars, we gone flip it legitI bought this beat machine, bout big as a calculatorWho would have ever dreamed we hit the studio later,Its like I owe them bassers, for making me take this seriousWasnt for the struggle cuz, you would not be hearin thisIn the mist Im frisked bout three times a day,What Im doing down here, nigga this where I stayI just pray, that I relay, the message to someAnd let them know, goddamn, aint no more play where Im fromChorus: pastor troy [voices in bacground] (2x)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)Aint no more play in ga (we ready!)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)My nigga ***** what ya say (we ready!)Now shits real
