Pastor Troy Vica Versa Lyrics

Crank Up Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Crank Up
  • 2 Equipped in This Game
  • 3 I’m From the South Side
  • 4 Throwed Up
  • 5 No Mo Play in Ga
  • 6 U Ain’t Heard Bout Me
  • 7 King of All Kings
  • 8 Who What When Where
  • 9 I Want War
  • 10 Throw It Up
  • 11 Off in This Game
  • 12 Saddam Husain
  • 13 Smooth Operator
  • 14 Atl Hoe
  • 15 I’m Trying to Get Some Money
  • 16 Will He Come Home Tonight
  • 17 I’m Outside Hoe
  • 18 Police Can’t Break It Up
  • 19 Space Age Pimpin
  • 20 Throw It Up 2
  • 21 We Gangsta
  • 22 I’m Ready
  • 23 All the Way Crunk Up
  • 24 Pop That Pussy
  • 25 Fuck the Club Up
  • 26 Just to Fight
  • 27 D.S.G.B.
  • 28 Pussy Poppin
  • 29 Digital Lovers
  • 30 Oh Father
  • 31 Turn It Up
  • 32 Thonda
  • 33 Vica Versa
  • 34 Crown Royal
  • 35 We Ready
  • [Pastor 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 bad
    Everything bad, was really 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 'dro
    Smoke 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)
    I know all these real niggas gone feel this shit
    Vica Versa, Pastor Troy
    (Vica Versa)

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    What if Heaven was Hell and vica versa
    If I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya?
    I reimbursed ya with the truth so you know my fate
    And pray I die, I'm that nigga that they love to hate
    I wanna make you use yo mind, God has sent a sign
    And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your time
    Again I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versa
    Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture--the spirit man?
    Do you understand that there's a war?
    It's ragin' on and the devil got some ammo too
    Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust off in the Lord
    It's too corrupt, know that God gon' help me blow 'em up
    I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I have no fear
    I done witnessed too much Hell right here, lend me your ear
    Recall the beer we had to po'
    For all our niggaz hit the Devil with the .44
    Payback nigga
    My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter, battle alone
    And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone
    Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby
    It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg Satan to save me
    God I'm confused, the fuse of all these motherfuckers, makin' me sick
    {*Virgin Mary never fucked nobody, but she suck dick*
    With a clique of nasty concubines, and vice-a versa
    So she'll probably do the whole nine, that nasty ho
    I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas, it's Satan's birth
    I'ma try to smoke a pound of weed, and ease the Earth
    While Jesus equiped with angels, the Devil's equiped with fire
    For God so love the world that he blessed the thug with rocks
    Won't stop until they feel me
    Protect me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill me
    It's vica versa
    Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high
    To see the Lord almighty nigga, I'm ready to die
    My reply for any questions asked, "The Devil made me do it"
    Who's the Devil may I ask?, It's so polluted
    Up-rooted from all this stupid shit
    See me cremated, my adaption to the climate
    So glad I made it
    Elated that they gon' go to Heaven
    But do they know Heaven may not be th place to go
    Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa
    The devil's in me and I'll be damned if I'm gon let god hurt ya
    Follow me...

    [Peter the Disciple]
    If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devil
    A Down South Georgia Rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level
    Remenisin' on all the good and the bad that I did
    Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs
    And servin' nicks and talkin' shit
    This is vica versa no fuckin' commercial
    Heaven or Hell, where do we go?
    When we die, eternal fire or the street of gold
    Only God knows, vica versa Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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