Pastor Troy - Vica Versa Lyrics
Vice Versafeat. Peter the DisciplePastor Troy [talking]:Yeah (yeah)This song is called Goddamn, Vica Versa(I'm doin' my best to save my people)It's like, (The people & I will rely in God)Picture everything that you thought was good, was really badEverything bad, was good(What if Heaven was on Earth nigga)The whole world, vica versa(Good is bad)Vica versa (Bad is good)(Dear Lord am I the only one?)This shit here, Goddamn, gon'Go'n get you a fat blunt of that 'droSmoke that shit(It's all vica versa)Look up in the air nigga(We rich nigga)(This is what we doin', it's vica versa)Know ain't everybody gon' feel this shitVica Versa, Pastor TroyVica VersaYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahWhat if Heaven was Hell and vica versaIf I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya?I re embersed ya, with the truth, so you know my fateThey pray I die I'm that nigga that they love to hateI'ma make you use your mind, God, the 7th signAnd when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your timeAgain I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versaWould you start doin' evil in order to nurture?The spirit, man, do you understand, there's a warIt's ragin' onAnd the devil got some ammo tooDon't get me wrongBut I put my trust off in the LordIt's too corruptKnow that God gon' help me blow 'em upI give a *****, Heaven was hell and vica versaI have no fearI done witnessed too much Hell right hereLend me your ear, recall all the beerWe had to pour'Till all our niggaz hit the Devil with the .44Payback niggaMy liquor keep my from tryin' to enterBetter aloneAnd to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zoneCLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORSKnow I'm grown, but I'm still a babyIt's vica versa so I guess I'll beg Satan to save meGod I'm confused, the fuse of all these mutha*****azMakin' me sick?***** my niggaz?, I can't trust nobody?***** niggaz?Sleep with a clique of nasty concubineAnd vica versa, so she'll probably do the whole nineNaste HoeI don't know where I'ma go this ChristmasIt's Satan's birthI'ma try to smoke a pund of weed, and ease the hurtWhile Jesus equiped with angels, the Devil's equiped with fireOh God so love the world he blessed the thug with rocksWon't stop until they feel meProtect me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill meIt's vica versaHeaven is below, while this dozier keep me highTo see the Lord almighty nigga, I'm ready to dieMy reply for any questions askedThe Devil made me do itWho's the Devil may I ask?It's so pollutedUp-rooted from all this stupid shitSee me cremated, my adaption to the climateSo glad I made itElated that they gon' go to HeavenBut do they knowHeaven may not be th place to goAgain I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versaThe Devil's demons, I'll be damned if I'm gon' let 'em hurt yaFollow me...Peter The Disciple:If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devilA doun south Georgia Rebel, a whole 'nother *****in' levelRemenisin' on all the good and the bad that I didBustin' caps and splittin' wigsAnd servin' nicks and talkin' shitThis is vica versa no *****in' commercialHeaven or Hell, where do we go?When we die, eternal fire or the street of goldOnly God knows, vica vers
