Murder Man-Pastor Troy

Murder Man - Pastor Troy (Pastor Troy) Ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, this for da clones in the ATL, With them fake a** chains, For all the flexy a** ni**az comin' outta Atlanta, Verse 1 Iiiii'm comin, 2 50 cal's in hand, Long goatee's ni**a da taliban, I'll murda man, i'm tryin to murk somethin, This aint no chuck e cheese, I'm tryin to hurt somethin', These ni**az claimin G's, claimin' they run the south, please.. How you run this sh** in them butt fu** caprice, Atleast you outta know bout' my thrown, The P the T the R the O the Y, Ni**a i'm so fly call me jet, Jump off in the ocean still aint wet, I flex I mothafu**in ball betta ax em, Catch a ni**a talkin sh**, Motherfu**in blast em, Murda, M - U - R - D - A, I'm pumpin gats at whoever in the way, I got the gunplay, don't think they understand, Don't think they wanna fu** with the Murda Man. Chorus I don't think they wanna fu** with the murda man, fu** with the murda man Fu** with the murda man (well ah haaaa) (x 4) Verse 2 Yaaaaa'll trippin', Not everybody crunk, Yall' ni**az gonna make me pop tha trunk, Cause I remember way back in the day, when the ATL was'nt gettin no play, Then I came out, drop, we ready, Ni**az went to bouncin', Ridin' dem box chevys, But I guess that was then, This is now.... when I catch ya a** in the street, the guns plow, I represent the heart, I represent the Anger, I represent the real, I represent the danger, I represent the cars, I represent the dream, I represent repect, I'm representin my team, It's Pistol PT, aka the Murda Man, Ya pistol's in ya car, My pistol's in my hand, And you can ask Jan, I shot a ni**a ran, Don't think you understand, i'm the fu**in' Murda Man(haaaa) Chours(x 4) Verse 3 Stiiiiiill spinnin', Empty my magazine, I jump off in my limozine, and fleet the scene, This aint the swat team, This aint' lil scrappy and them, I love that hard sh**, And fu** a platinum, And lil jon', used to be my homie, used to be my ace, Now I wanna slap tha taste, out yo mouth, Ni**a down south i'm a legend, When u see me, keep mothafu**in' steppin, They flexin... so what u got a A(ATL) Hat ni**a? That don't mean sh**, To a southside killa, What's up Shay, what's up toadd, On that air, shady park, Murda, M - U - R - D - A, I'm bustin' shots at whoever in my way, Cockin' my a.k., Don't think they understand.. But I don't think they wanna fu** with the Murda Man(haaaa) Chorus(x 4) (well ah haaaa)