Pastor Troy - Stop Tryin' Lyrics
{*pastor troy and lil pete adlibs*}[pastor troy]They had me dodgin the law, while I was serving my rawThough I was young in the game, a lot of things I sawI just bought that fifty pack, and just believed in meAnd with barely could ease, that fifty pack fit the peasI got mo cheese than kraft, but teachers laughed at meThey asked me what would I be with out my damn degreeI told them they would see me on t.v. and videosIm all about that money, yall can have them hoesAnd I got goals, I know that I can do all thingsCause now I make my beats, I write, I singAnd pain was my stepping stoneHelp me realize shit, even my ownll do me wrongBut yall a never stop me, cause see I got this game in orderStarted off with a fifty pack, with dreams of a quarterCatching that thing from the border, and leave my enemies cryingI will never be stopped, so you can stop ya tryinChorus: stop tryin nigga <repeat 8x>[pastor troy]Okay my money was mandatory, the glory of wealthIts plenty niggas with promises, I keep them myselfIm 15 on this grind, but my age dont matterAll they want is that butter, from whoever come fasterAnd I was after a monoply, ambition to ruleBe the hitler of this game, if I keep my coolIm counting money every morning from the previous nightGo and spend, ten with twin, heard he packing em tightIm sitting right, Im right where I wanted to beAint no mo fifty packs for me, give me the whole kiAnd Im sure that you agree that I be hard to stopIn the three, yes three, years, I went from block to blockAnd now these haters are hot, cause I done locked the counterGot the calibur glock, because I know that they round meFound me laughing at these ***** boys, making me sickWhile yall be shooting for attention, I be shooting to hitAnd who Im with dont matter, cause Im gone handle my ownGot them down south georgia boys in case you get wrongIt wont be long till doctors doing autopsyCause reason for death, its gone send back to meCause yall cant stop me, nigga, shit, this game in orderStarted off with a fifty pack with dreams of a quarterCatching that thing from the border, leave my enemies cryinI will never be stopped, so yall can stop ya tryinChorus[pastor troy]Shit, fatalities get numerous, smother with coverSend a dead rose to his mother labeled that hustlaAnd they say that thats a small price, I disagreeIf ya stuck between a small life, unlike meI cant see myself going out, without a battlePut the bomb on the stadium, aviod the hassleFlip the tassle, Im a skull cap, I graduatedFrom the school of hard knocks, nigga, others aint make itSo I make it my duty to be richer than rudy, yeah ramoCause this here pay way mo, you decideAnd aint no mo lettin me ride, hell nah shawtyBe starrin down the barrel of that autieDont test me, arrest me, Im out like gotti, without a clueTell the judge that they besta pop me, or die too!County blue, not my forteIm only comfortable when I got on that grind with what, with a a.k. and with a couple of banana clips, dip in ya lipBetter hush when I hit that hip, and disconnect itPerfect it, from day to day, I take game and call it stayinAnd watch em pay, I aint the oneMany come up, until I dump em, but then they scatterI leave ya mamma asking ya baby whats the matterIm after ya ligaments, no movementFrom down south georgia *****, I represent!!!Convince the jury, we done payed them offEvidence dont matter, since they paid, you lostIm the boss, that cost aint even worth conversationPastor troy, the pastor of the true congregationBlood wasting if ya cross me, ya lost me cuzWas a eye for a eye, now its slug for a slug!June bug know I lay em low, that 44, he gots to goShit, he gots to go, shitNigga stop tryin nigga, stop tryin
