Pastor Troy Boys to Men Lyrics

By Any Means Necessary Track Listing
  • 1 I'm Warning Ya (Intro)
  • 2 Crank Me Up
  • 3 Ridin' Big
  • 4 Atlanta
  • 5 Representin'
  • 6 About to Go Down
  • 7 Off the Chain
  • 8 Benz
  • 9 Lil' Snap & Lil Killa
  • 10 Boys to Men
  • 11 Crazy
  • 12 Nice Change
  • 13 Fuck Them Niggaz
  • [Pastor Troy Talking]
    Ayo this ya boy Pastor Troy checkin in right, yuh
    (This from the soul)
    Ayo, on this joint right here man we bout to just break it down to you
    man just the transition to becoming..a man (This from the heart)
    That some of y'all gone have to go through man everybody on the sound
    of my voice (This from the soul)
    Everything gone be cool man, From Boys to Men

    [Verse 1] Pastor Troy
    No one to doubt me, I'm not here lonely
    Childhood secrets still wid my homies
    I recall days when I blazed up on the hill
    Not knowin' wud the future would hold, just kept it real
    We ridin' on the 'Lac with the boys to other schools
    We catch 'em at dey football games and act a fool
    And everybody know my name, it's Michael Troy
    We made all them bullies respect Falcon Boy
    I got my folks worried, I'm suspended everyday
    Sometimes I ain't tell 'em and caught the train to the A
    The FirePoint Station, Supreme location
    I'm only 15, tho at the lil' scene

    [Chorus]
    No one to pry me, I'm all alone
    No one to cry on
    He'd shelter from the rain..to ease the pain
    Changing from boys to men

    [Verse 2]
    I've done seen stabbings, i've done seen shootings
    I've done seen a robbery, i've done seen two
    But I ain't even 15, so when i turn 16
    I'm'ma get dat chrome thing wid da beam
    My team was da wreckin' crew, like juice
    The type of *****s on our side do, who was the truth
    I bet them killaz on his side respect game
    That other ***** from the southside, was lame
    My name is Stone, Charlestown to the bone
    Lil' Wayne and Scooby, we rocking MCM and Gucci
    I'm nine years old, that ***** let me touch a Uzi
    I wanted to kill, just like i saw up in the movie
    No wonder one of my friend shot himself in his head
    Playin' wid the gun from under his mothers bed
    Don't want to call his name too tough, we'll call him Fred
    We watch my ***** while he bled (when we was young)

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3] Eight-ball
    Lord knows we be tryin hard, God watching over us
    Mama told me "baby dun be goin to school cuttin up"
    Did I listen, hell naw, listen let me tell ya'll
    Streets transform mamas only into eight-ball
    Errywhere I go, *****z know I speak that poetry
    See my +Chilouette+ like I'm +Alfred Hitchcock+ and they know its me
    Bottom line met a lot of *****z on the grind
    getting them dimes
    Murder they ***, escape the scene like I committed the crime
    A friend of mine, don't rap he doing illegal business
    18-Wheeler, Fed, X, bricks, did wid killaz
    He smoke and dipped'em drunk with Crys and get to beating his *****es
    Them *****es down though, come straight back after they get through strippen
    I'm outta' town, next to the church see his lil' brotha cryin
    Told me his brotha killed himself, I said ***** you lyin
    He put the gun to his mouth and blew his brain out
    He couldn't handle this goddamn **** that we sang 'bout Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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