Pastor Troy Eternal Yard Dash Lyrics

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Come on cuz, we almost there
We almost there cuz
Goddamn, where the finish line?


Fuck this shit, I need some cheese
And I need it quicker than nestle
If I have to kill then God bless me
All these pussy motherfuckers, they shouldn't have test me
left me in the pen a minute I was thinkin if any body knew what I was goin through, All these motherfuckers saying what they gone do
But then again all these motherfuckers ain't true
So who am I gonna trust, I'ma gone and bust
Myself nigga, damn this shit
Fuck writin rhymes nigga, fuck being rich
I can't take it, the shit to thick
And it ain't my fault
So I ought to kill the motherfucker telling lies to me
Hey they say, what its gonna be, but empty pockets all I goddamn see
D-E-F, no ones left, then again, shit no ones right
I'm a kill my damn self tonight
I give in the faught we just fight
It ain't like, when I motherfucking die, this whole world gone fall apart
But it's a race, and I got a bad heart
put it in my mouth and I got a head start

I'm running for nothing, I'm running for nothing (7x)
So I'm gonna kill myself

A motherfucker tellin' me what he gonna do
When I knew the motherfucker wouldn't do shit
A nigga tease you, then a nigga leave you
Cause he heard that the shit done got thick, punk bitch
I get in the mood for cocaine
The only thing I see when a nigga look
go and get the baking soda, then lets flip the powder over
then I got good dope when the shit cook
but it took for me to really understand that it really don't matter
What the fuck you been through
If a motherfucker see you doin' better, my nigga I'm here to tell ya'
Motherfuckers gonna hate you
Not a clue, If I really woulda new motherfuck a 22.
two years was that far away
I never would have had a chance to enjoy Pastor Troy would have killed myself on yesterday


This heaven, where the streets of gold, and why the hell is the a/c off
Where the fuck, all the loved ones that I lost
Fuck this shit, take me to the boss
Do you understand the cost, that was paid
In order for me to be here tonight
Nigga whats up, something ain't right
Tell the Lord to turn on the damn light
If I'm an angel when I take flight
Shit, I been tryin wit all my damn might
All my powers turned out my damn sight
but, why the fuck are we packed so tight
Nigga I ain't Mike I'm Micah
Think I've entered the wrong spot
Not only do I have on black, its too hot
and why am I with a motherfucker that I shot
I got no halo, hello, motherfucker shit nigga, I'm talking to you
Slap the clip in the tech 22.
Let the shots ride and it went straight through
Now I got a clue, where the fuck I'm at
shot him wit the tech and a nigga didn't budge
Nigga didn't bleed, not a fuckin drop of blood
Looking at me smilin', asking me what
I got guts, but guts gotdamn
Paradise shit I can't tell
Went from dwellin' in hell on earth, now I'm living in hell in hell !

We Ready I Declare War Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 It's to Late Now... We Ready...
  • 2 No Mo Play in G.A.
  • 3 Stop Tryin'
  • 4 Help Me Rhonda
  • 5 For Survival
  • 6 We Want Some Answers
  • 7 Above the Law
  • 8 Eternal Yard Dash
  • 9 I Declare War
  • 10 It's on Down Here, Part 1
  • 11 It's on Down Here, Part 2
  • 12 Livin' the Day Thru
  • 13 Ain't No Sunshine
  • Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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