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Stop Tryin - текст песни



Stop Tryin'


[Pastor Troy and Lil Pete adlibs]





[Pastor Troy]


They had me dodgin' the law, while I was serving my raw


Though I was young in the game, a lot of things I saw


I just bought that fifty pack, and just believed in me


And with barely could ease, that fifty pack fit the peas


I got mo' cheese than Kraft, but teachers laughed at me


They asked me what would I be with out my damn degree


I told them they would see me on T.v. and videos


I'm all about that money, y'all can have them hoes


And I got goals, I know that I can do all things


Cause now I make my beats, I write, I sing


And pain was my stepping stone


Help me realize shit, even my own'll do me wrong


But y'all a never stop me, 'cause see I got this game in order


Started off with a fifty pack, with dreams of a quarter


Catching that thing from the border, and leave my enemies crying


I will never be stopped, so you can stop ya' tryin'





[Chorus: Stop tryin' nigga (Repeat 8X)]





[Pastor Troy]


Okay my money was mandatory, the glory of wealth


It's plenty niggas with promises, I keep them myself


I'm 15 on this grind, but my age don't matter


All they want is that butter, from whoever come faster


And I was after a monoply, ambition to rule


Be the Hitler of this game, if I keep my cool


I'm counting money every morning from the previous night


Go and spend, ten with Twin, heard he packing 'em tight


I'm sitting right, I'm right where I wanted to be


Ain't no mo' fifty packs for me, give me the whole ki


And I'm sure that you agree that I be hard to stop


In the three, yes three, years, I went from block to block


And now these haters are hot, cause I done locked the counter


Got the calibur glock, because I know that they 'round me


Found me laughing at these pussy boys, making me sick


While y'all be shooting for attention, I be shooting to hit


And who I'm with don't matter, cause I'm gone handle my own


Got them DOWN SOUTH GEORGIA BOYS in case you get wrong


It won't be long 'till doctors doing autopsy


Cause reason for death, its' gone send back to me


Cause y'all can't stop me, nigga, shit, this game in order


Started off with a fifty pack with dreams of a quarter


Catching that thing from the border, leave my enemies cryin'


I will never be stopped, so y'all can stop ya' tryin'





[Chorus]





[Pastor Troy]


Shit, fatalities get numerous, smother with cover


Send a dead rose to his mother labeled that hustla'


And they say that that's a small price, I disagree


If ya' stuck between a small life, unlike me


I can't see myself going out, without a battle


Put the bomb on the stadium, aviod the hassle


Flip the tassle, I'm a skull cap, I graduated


From the school of hard knocks, nigga, others ain't make it


So I make it my duty to be richer than Rudy, yeah Ramo


Cause this here pay way mo', you decide


And ain't no mo' lettin' me ride, hell nah shawty


Be starrin' down the barrel of that autie


Don't test me, arrest me, I'm out like Gotti, without a clue


Tell the judge that they besta pop me, or die too!


County blue, not my forte


I'm only comfortable when I got on that grind with what, with a a.k.


And with a couple of banana clips, dip in ya lip


Better hush when I hit that hip, and disconnect it


Perfect it, from day to day, I take game and call it stayin'


And watch em' pay, I ain't the one


Many come up, until I dump 'em, but then they scatter


I leave ya' mamma asking ya' baby what's the matter


I'm after ya' ligaments, no movement


From Down South Georgia bitch, I REPRESENT!!!


Convince the jury, we done payed them off


Evidence don't matter, since they paid, you lost


I'm the boss, that cost ain't even worth conversation


Pastor Troy, the pastor of the true congregation


Blood wasting if ya' cross me, ya' lost me cuz


Was a eye for a eye, now its' SLUG FOR A SLUG!


June Bug know I lay 'em low, that 44, he got's to go


Shit, he got's to go, shit


Nigga stop tryin' nigga, stop tryin'



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