It’s To Late Now... We Ready... lyrics

Troy:What that sh*t talking
Guy:Uh Pastor Troy
Troy:Get the f*ck away from my motherf*ckin door
Guy:(Knocking on door)This P n*gga I'mma sign you up n*gga
Troy:I do not feel like being disturbed
Guy:That D.S.G.B. album was straight my n*gga
Troy:Will you please get away from my motherf*ckin door
Guy:UUGGHHH!
Troy:I'll probly let your ass in
n*gga and I ain't never going to the door,without my peice
I don't know who's on the other side,you get a peice
And If I do just happen to die,f*ck that sh*t
I hope they burry me and drop me quick
I getting sick
Thinkin bout my so called enemies,till I explode
Grab the motherf*cking 45,it's lock and load
And all these other pus*y motherf*ckers,they in danger
It's the wrong n*gga to anger
The f*cking dope
Slanger showed me how to do,whatI got to do
In this industry to make a livin
While all of my intensions was to avoid the prison
I'm still listenin for the Lord to tell me that I'm forgiven
I'm drivin to the point of no return
Where water burn
I learn that nobody out here really gives a danm
I know I sell dope,I know I bust on b*tches but from b*tches
So my n*gga sh*t I am who I am
And Yay
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,Its pitch black so
The shadow is a scene
I hear a faint voice red alert
f*ck that dirt and who you hurt
Young n*gga persue your dreams
I started sellin dope when I was younger
What would you choose
Sell motherf*ckin dope or hunger
It's up to you
But for me and the route I chose it wasn't my chioce
Who's opinion who I need to voice
Just thank about it you's that n*gga with no family
Ain't got no money
So you can't afford no saminy
They thank it's funny
So you run across the tech 9 to kill the laughin
Then they say they can't believe this happen
Actions speak louder than words this counries yelling
And do we go to Heaven or Hell it ain't no telling
I put my trust in God and whats the odds of who's the saver
f*ck em please come back savior
Cuz it's like this I don't speak so they f*ck my sh*t
And now I'm faced with these crimes that I ain't commit
And It's f*cked up cuz them b*tches be the main ones
They wanna stick a n*gga for some sh*t they say he done
These motherf*ckers talking all about my danm fun
While toting guns, death is gonna be the outcome
For all them n*ggas, drink my liquor put my trust in God
I know that I must beat the odds, but this sh*t is hard
I disregard everything that they taught in school
With no diploma making move n*gga who's the fool
As I sit with my strategy the game begin
And the Lord take my life from me I crack a grin
Ha, Ha, Ha
To friends tha missed the smiling
Have no remorse n*gga me and Jesus wildin, like thugs
Cheifing leaves, and drinkin Hennessy
Like on the corner
Picture God feelin marijuana
As I relax and devilish demonds disapear
I got the feeling that a n*gga gonna love it here
I take ya Biblical
Yall stay crunk off Mystikal
Stay crunk off of P
As long as motherf*ckin Georgia can listen to me
We Ready(till song fades)
Talking:we ready n*gga we ain't giving a f*ck about nobody,cuz we ain't got
sh*t to loose, I ain't got sh*t, I ain't jealous of these little lame
Motherf*ckaz