[Chorus]

It's bout to go down (15x)

[Pastor Troy]
Yeah
Ay yo, this ya boy PT baby
Ay y'all man it's 2004 man, it's the new year, y'all know what time it is
It's going down
PT, 2004
YEAH!

[Verse 1]
It's going down, this the year
Ice ya wrist baby,

Yeah this song is dedicated in memory of mister Terell Alfago Davis
Mister Davis was gunned down at the hands of two Richmond County
Sheriff's Department officers down here in Augusta, Georgia
My nigga I'ma tell yall just like this
them motherfuckers thank they some god damn bul

The pain enhances the misery swells
I'm screamin' ya name from a mountain in hell
I'm so low that the grounds above me
It seems as if no one cares to love me
Maybe I'm crazy, addicted to pain
Maybe the cocaine destroyed my brain
Private conversations with kurt cobain

[Talking:]
Cuz I'm tellin you man they aint nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I dont give a damn how many he put
out he talk about the same shit from goddamn T.R.U.
you got D's,candy paint,wood grain with the leather seats
mercedes,baby,lady,

[Timbaland scratches throughout]

[Intro: Pastor Troy]
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha

[Chorus]
[PT:] Oooooooh
[CJ:] Baby what's your name?
[PT:] Oooooooh
[CJ:] Are you wearin Bugle Boy

I will always pray for you, Atlanta

Yeah, yeah we crankin' this for all tha G's on the east side
We doin' this for all the Gangstas on the west side
We doin this for all the kings on the south side
yo, and it's on A-T-L and it's on
A-T-L, A-T-L it't on, and it's on ATL it's

Yea yea yea yea yall kno wat time
It is I got something
For those niggas dat b talkin dats shit
I got dat attitude adjuster

I got my attitude adjuster
Ready to fuck somthin up
I got my attitude adjuster
I bet dem hoes wont buck
I got my attiude adjuster
I do

Hook: (BACK UP!) 14x in background

If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 6x)

Verse 1: (Pastor Troy)

If I'm ackin up, you better cut of the game
I ain't got to say nothing, just have to tell them my name
I'm the flame, I got mo' flame then a lighter

[Chorus (repeat 4x)]
I am a real American
Fight for the rights of every man

When it rain it pours, thunder and lightning
These cowards is trifling
They got me, watching for high jackers
Watching for terrorism, bet I ain't playin with 'em
The nine get 'em
It's ho

Ayo this ya boy Pastor Troy checkin in right, yuh
(This from the soul)
Ayo, on this joint right here man we bout to just break it
down to you
man just the transition to becoming..a man (This from the heart)
That some of yall gone have to go through man everybody on
the so

[Verse 1: Peter the Disciple]

I walk in hell, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting
Throwing bows, showing gold's, and smoking dro's
Drinking yak in the back, presidential
Hand in hand with the devil, my team imperial
We don't hang with that busta they call Miracle

feat. Co-Ed

Verse 1: Pastor Troy

Sometimes I feel like I am stuck between a bad dream
Running this race thank the Lord for his amazing grace
Yes I believe, blessed wit G's that's around me
Forevermore a thug buddy you can't clown me, that's on the court
Give me war, s

[Pastor Troy]
Come on
D.S.G.B ya'll know what time it is
Ga ya'll know what time it is,
Pastor Troy for President for 2000,
I'm ready
I'm ready

[Verse 1:]
I made up my mind to hit the grind and get paid
That glock 45 I go to war with all these haters
My

[Pastor Troy talking]
Pastor, disaster
I'm just laying down my bass shit
You know my bass my bass one
Y'all God damn (well UN-huh nigga)
Crank that bitch off the chain
Yeah, ya'll niggas know what time it is
PT in the house (nigga)
A yo and this is for everybody b

[Intro]
Yeeah, PT Cruiser Baby, Yeeah
AiYo, we want everybody to crank this muhfucka up
Nigga, Crank this shit up LOUD NIGGA! (okay)

[Hook]
Crank Me Up, PT baby is back to get bucks
I dont know maybe ya never, heard of
Comin in the back of the club with black gloves

[Verse 1]
We used to be down with each other like none other.
Was closer than a friend to me. Like a brother.
They say with money comes the bitterness and hate.
So now why can't I deal with you? I'm straight.
I'm thinkin back on times when none of this really mattered
Whe

I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone
All my niggas that left ya live on
I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone
I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone
We live forever baby... (put ya lighters up)
Y'all will never die baby...
You live forever baby... (put ya lighters up)
Yo

Verse 1
Pastor Troy:
Dear Pac I know you dont know me but its yo boi Pastor Troy
Georgia Boi
Im writen you today cause Im sick of dis
dis mutherfuckin rap game wit dat bullshit
I mean these muthafuckin niggas bout these hoes
tend to trust on any other two songs
th

i walk bad like a thug
i shoot up wid my slugs
i like dogs like pugs
i walk bad like a thug
i shoot up wid my slugs
i like dogs like pugs

i walk bad like a thug
i shoot up wid my slugs
i like dogs like pugs
i walk bad like a thug
i shoot up wid my s

Would you mind
If I touched, if I kissed, if I held you tight
In the morning light, yeah
Would you mind
If I touched, if I kissed, if I held you tight
In the morning light, yeah

Do you mind if a nigga try to see what's up with you
You be watching, I been jogging, no