PASTOR TROY MURDER MAN LYRICS

(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,
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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
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