Lyric This Tha City
[Pastor Troy]
Venom, all I spit is venom, a cobra
Flinch my teeth and I ma ride till its over
I m never sober, I m fucked up now
Say you want pistol play, well then its Blah! Blah!
Cause I m the Pastor leader of a wicked church
Get ta busting out in public, gives a fuck who I hurt
Them hits was weak for the 2 triple O
Bitch ask me if I got your CD, ah naw hoe
Cause I am not from the city of bullshitting
As soon as we come its time for wig splitting
Your debt is bitten, I want undivided attention
You say you pimping, I send my niggaz for the lynching
Drenching your blood, God forgive em but we have sinned
Them Georgia boys, when we come we come like men
Fresh out of pen, I m standing dead off in da blaze
With a fifth of remy pulling the pin out my grenade
(Get paid!)
[Chorus]
[2X] I come from tha city that deh don t play by rules
I come from the city tha deh ride on fucking fools
[4X] A this tha city, this tha city, this tha city (Well Uh-huh)
[Pastor Troy]
Okay I come from the city, if you lame its going to be ugly
A bunch of niggaz biting my game but they can t touch me
I don t drink bubbly, I m drinking remy out the bottle
Bout 5 Benz follow, my city is off the throttle
I heard you hard, heard you the one that crunk the style
Don t drop your card, I got the lowest in the pile
You cracking smiles, we cracking mugs selling drugs
We what hoes love, ATL fucking thugs
Its real boy, you know the his-tory
Mac 10 s popping high ca-pa-city
My whole team praying that you make some noise
So we can introduce you to them big boys, yeah
I got killers doing time as I speak to you
Then some mo in the streets right next to you
And fore you can say Troy it wasn t me cuz
I ma hit you wit the whole 63 cuz
You see a bitch slap a bitch oh really
See you a fucking joker and I m not fucking tickled
When blood trickle, that s me up out the F-350
Ya feet best of be kicking ya ass a damn skippy
In my city ain t no games, we learn your name
And where you went to school at, and where you used to hang
And when I run across ya is where I m going to drop ya
Breaking your punk ass off something proper
[Chorus]
[2X] I come from tha city that deh don t play by rules
I come from the city tha deh ride a fucking fool
[13X to fade] Well this tha city, this tha city, this tha city
Venom, all I spit is venom, a cobra
Flinch my teeth and I ma ride till its over
I m never sober, I m fucked up now
Say you want pistol play, well then its Blah! Blah!
Cause I m the Pastor leader of a wicked church
Get ta busting out in public, gives a fuck who I hurt
Them hits was weak for the 2 triple O
Bitch ask me if I got your CD, ah naw hoe
Cause I am not from the city of bullshitting
As soon as we come its time for wig splitting
Your debt is bitten, I want undivided attention
You say you pimping, I send my niggaz for the lynching
Drenching your blood, God forgive em but we have sinned
Them Georgia boys, when we come we come like men
Fresh out of pen, I m standing dead off in da blaze
With a fifth of remy pulling the pin out my grenade
(Get paid!)
[Chorus]
[2X] I come from tha city that deh don t play by rules
I come from the city tha deh ride on fucking fools
[4X] A this tha city, this tha city, this tha city (Well Uh-huh)
[Pastor Troy]
Okay I come from the city, if you lame its going to be ugly
A bunch of niggaz biting my game but they can t touch me
I don t drink bubbly, I m drinking remy out the bottle
Bout 5 Benz follow, my city is off the throttle
I heard you hard, heard you the one that crunk the style
Don t drop your card, I got the lowest in the pile
You cracking smiles, we cracking mugs selling drugs
We what hoes love, ATL fucking thugs
Its real boy, you know the his-tory
Mac 10 s popping high ca-pa-city
My whole team praying that you make some noise
So we can introduce you to them big boys, yeah
I got killers doing time as I speak to you
Then some mo in the streets right next to you
And fore you can say Troy it wasn t me cuz
I ma hit you wit the whole 63 cuz
You see a bitch slap a bitch oh really
See you a fucking joker and I m not fucking tickled
When blood trickle, that s me up out the F-350
Ya feet best of be kicking ya ass a damn skippy
In my city ain t no games, we learn your name
And where you went to school at, and where you used to hang
And when I run across ya is where I m going to drop ya
Breaking your punk ass off something proper
[Chorus]
[2X] I come from tha city that deh don t play by rules
I come from the city tha deh ride a fucking fool
[13X to fade] Well this tha city, this tha city, this tha city
