Verse 1: peter the
I walk in hell, and fighting, scratching and biting Throwing bows, showing gold's, and dro's Drinking yak in the back, Hand in with the devil, my team imperial We don't hang with that busta they call The first disciple, 30 shots the rifle Grab his soul like a A.k.a. known as lil' peter Light 'em up with the Best believe I'm a The pastor sic him and whoever else with 'em And me and my boys go and flip him, we ready
(pastor troy) I somebody's bout to die (4x then to background of hook)
4x
You say you want me, but you betta yo army Dez georgia rebels gone let nobody harm me
Verse 2:
Killa, disabled, stable, mentally challenged the 'em But yet I over God given talents Enter near it, cause ravage and repercussions, and Pimpin' at them, iceberg slim, titanic Creeping slow Bobin' and we broke a do' Complication the nation so I roll while I smoke This one out to my folk one they caught in they smoke Bungey jumping, hang gliding, and sliding of ski Went from selling dope, over used to be coke I can't cope, cut throat, rhymes over I go fo'
3: pinhead
Smoking on that reefer, with the sweepers Suckers I got wiped up run from the grand reaper Peep a, miracle game so lame you can't show You tried to steal a track the pastor and got caught I brought my freaking My folks that keep it We drinking on that brandi and we with the steel guard yo grill, hard to kill, like steven segal Cause when I see him fall, i'ma his brains against the wall
(pastor troy)
I somebody's bout to die 4x then to background of hook
4x
You say you me, but you betta brang yo army Dez georgia rebels ain't gone let harm me
4: pastor troy
Okay they got me and I'm mad And I'm to fight One hundred eighty pounds strong, but watch how I They flight, cause this buster ackin' like my amigo Hit 'em seventeen times with that chrome eagle my people, in georgia, ignore ya, I can't Get dumped off in miami on candy paint Now would you I got a body in my trunk? I'm out the window, hell yeah!, I shot the punk The first to dump, the one that punk scatter I'm high I'm drunk, put I'm still labeled that So any bastard, got plans to harm me You best of be ready I got a army
(pastor troy)
I think somebody's bout to die 4x then to background of
Hook end
You say you me, but you betta brang yo army Dez georgia ain't gone let nobody harm me