Pastor Troy：
Dear Pac I know you don't know me but its yo boi Pastor Troy
Georgia Boi
I'm writen you today cause I'm sick of dis
Dis mutherf**kin rap game wit dat bulls**t
I mean these muthaf**kin n***as bout these h*es
Tend to trust on any other two songs
They talk about chrome
These n***as won't kill s**t and won't let s**t die
But they thugs in da public eye
Why I
Continue to tote pumps but minus da picture takin
As soon as dem h*es jump we handle dat situation
I'm tired of da fakin
My balls big as Alaska
Who wanna bless da Pastor
I ask ya
Before I muthaf**kin cock my weapon
And watch how quick they muthaf**kin a*s be steppin
But it ain't nuthin to run for
Ain't gone shoot s**t what you tote da gun for
Naw bra
Gun shots
Boom boom
Its P t muthaf**ka they lookin for me I'm at my mansion in Augusta
I'm slick as butter
Da human canon ball
And make no mistakes cause I will kill em all
I never fall cause I'm to busy comin up
I'm pullin my benz wit my monster truck
I cut a few friends but my endz still meet
And f**k sellin out cause I got love in da street
So Pac holla if ya at da Bahamas
I'ma come and ball witcha it'll be my honor
Much luv for da game dat ya gave to me
Pastor Troy representin D S G B
Much luv
