Pastor Troy: Look what i'm going thru(

feat. Kingpin Skinny Pimp)[Hook: Male singer]Look what I'm going thru [16x][Verse 1: T Mac]I was sitting at the table while popping on my yegoDual off in my Chevy got me loose finna let goAnd I got 'em ducking finna buck 'emShaking bitches off with fire when I'm luckingMurder keep me fiending for a pill in the kill and I steel when I ratter tatter tatterWatch her body splatter cause it really doesn't matterIf I gotta I'ma pop her and the clip gone stop herEna Forina sipping on a ZimaSmoke cut it outHow you live aboutBitches in the SouthWomen in the SouthWhere my yams and my chicken and my color I'm picking,I'm picking, I'm choosing,I'm losing my mind my niggas is all of the timeDope than I chokeCoughing the smokeSo I be like fuck that dopeLet's go bump a dimeFuck with my mindKeeping the nine all of the timeI'm chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pineFuck what a nigga say he gone doI represent BulletProofAnd I been down since '92Y'all don't know what I done been thru[Hook: Male singer]Look what I'm going thru [16x][Verse 2: Pastor Troy]Shit all I got is a bunch of problems and other stressIn the land where a little man must wear a vestSettle for lessBut I got lesserGot this bitch that ain't shit and God won't bless herWon't slow me downFront this ho around let's be fo' realKill or be killedI got feelings but I still can't feelHungry for mealsAnd until I can say I got itI'ma go take these crackers hostage at they collegeThat's Higher LearningBlunt burning gone help me seeThe realness of this fucked up realityIt's blasphemyA quarter ki of cooked cocoBeware, although a bunch of fucking punks out thereAin't no scareLook what I'm going thru[Hook: Male singer]Look what I'm going thru [16x][Verse 3: Eleven Twenty-Nine]Quarter birds slabbed on the scale with no cutCan't worry about what niggas think cause they don't wanna see me up1988 we had connections like them GoodfellasSmith and Wesson on my side cause can't nobody tell usNigga what the fuck you doing how we do it whenI pray to God that he forgive me for my sinsMy mama still tell me till this dayBetter watch this how they playAnd muthafuck what niggas sayThat's that's why my mind can't get trappedinside a nigga no bullshitTripping off some Anna that's why I be quick to pull quickMoney still rolling holdin' down this shit with CongregationSold my soulDone pimped my foes, still big facingGot me pacing[Hook: Male singer]Look what I'm going thru [16x][Verse 4: Mica B]Coming up in the game making this moneyWe constantly bumping gimme some on the sceneGotta pocket in the bank full of greenAnd all my real thugs roll to cleanChiefin' that goodyThinking bout businessShort term and long termBullets we burnWith a thick firmLet the whole world know it's our turnMajor D in Tennessee, ATL, Georgia, and M-TownBound to crank a spot up nowYes you know we pack them rounds, uhMaking moves in the hoodChiefing with the big boysRolling in the big toysMaking all the big noiseAin't scared to go to warAnd all us hustlers like to scoreI'm dropping that pants worsePimp firstThen fuck what haters speakI'm pimping on these streetsAnd these south joints paying meMange twah in the MarriottI send 'em to the private partiesThen scoop 'em upFrom the snake joint and big bodies