MGD - It's Going Down Tonite lyrics

Hook: Pastor Troy You ain't ready boy Let's set the record straight You ain't ready boy Half you n***as fake (Recite 4x) Verse 1: MGD I'm sick and tired off this sh** I got to set the record straight I'm the rapper you hate to love And the thug you love to hate These buster's claim they trapping on my street I ain't never see you there I ain't never heard about no charge that you caught from there (Broh you know this muthaf**er) I don't know that muthaf**er None of my Godby Road vets know that muthaf**er Ain't no soulja's on G-Road We don't take order's dawg We ain't bout that military bullsh**, hell naw Now I got these busters thinking, Who the hell is MGD? What the hell he talking bout? Is he really talking bout me? Now when we find out y'all gone hate I'm a set the trap wit the fire bait Lock the doors so y'all can't escape Go outside and put chains on the gate Now won't get scured cause you say you got a gun Boy I ain't no punk, ain't gone run Y'all lame a** cats really don't want none I'm a git up in yo face like her shake her thong A blaze that blunt, jump down in the hole wit it Ain't nobody smiling like H2O I'm a let you in on a little something' that you know Cause you gone git gone when you hear the ??? Hook Verse 2: Lil' Blac Now believe when I tell you I ain't the average n***a that you heard of Cause I'm dead fo' real about getting mine, committing murder Make you feel lost, strange, like Cameo you feel me (Word Up) Now trying the Pastor and MGD you getting hurt up Now last Mace track I was throwing Georgia bows This Mace track, I'm kicking down do's Know we clique deep, VIP, H2O Getting straight D, jumping down on hoes Now when you spot a hater tell on 'em We gone bring the hell on 'em Make them busters fell like they 12 shawty, bail on 'em I'm a move in quick, but penetrate slow like Weezy Put from the top of the roof Show you the real meaning of "Off the Heezy" Y'all boys ain't no pimps, you and yo folk the holice Well make ya self get gone, like that big block thang Caprice I got thugs on the left of me, gangster's on the right of me Warriors in the back of me Soldiers get sprayed Hook Verse 3: Pastor Troy Now they done let the wrong n***a bring church to a close All I'm thinking bout is money, muthaf** some hoes And I chose to snatch up the paper before it vanished Georgia Boy, I represent it a got damn it Use to walk around, head down looking sick f** looking eye to eye, half these n***as talking sh** They quick to brag about the n***as they done smoked You want to go to war, come f**ing with my folk A joke, just like a f**ing Laffy Taffy wrapper But nope, cause it ain't nann day with the Pastor So after you die guess who you got to come and see I'm chilling in hell, D.S.G.B I got Little Peter ready to bust ya head We ain't playing wit ya n***a, we leaving ya dead Heard you scared, claiming Godby Road that's mine I'll be rocking on these n***as until the sun shine Hook