[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]
    These niggas asking how I choose to die
  Just like a muthafucking G is my only reply
  Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder slang
  Crank me up, bitch I'm gunning killing everything
  And my veins pumping nothing but this thug blood
  Maybe blue nigga, till I'm through nigga, yeah
  Situation got a nigga bout to self-destruct
  Better tell them niggas I don't give a fuck
  I make money, nigga money doesn't make me
  Guess that's why all these weak niggas hate me
  And lately I been letting a bunch of shit ride
  But fuck that where my muthafucking forty-five
    [Hook 2x: (We Ready in background)]
    I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
  I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life
  And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
  I got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang
    [Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
    My head gone, cause I been on this earth long enuff,
  In this land of little trust
  Where all my models and rubs, till I been bottled and brewed
  And it's been provin' that it ain't shit to prove
  I move about a gram a so, but clientele won't grow,
  until all them basers know, that I keep that butter
  A new face runs shop with me, said she need a 30 piece
  But I can't do shit because I think she's undercover
  My brother doing fed time, so I move nickels and dimes
  Praying when he comes out I can break him off
  He taught me all the game, make them boys find our name
  but from point blank range show them fuckers we ain't soft
  I lost about a dozen of my cousins, homicide
  How the hell am I supposed to hide the fucking hurt
  The many tears I cry, understanding me I tryed
  Then my cousin came to me and said coz go to work
  Now I'm grinding
  My timing, perfect, pick a mack and me some clothing
  The corner stores, the ski masks, the forty-fours
  Run up on 'em so slick, and get my pistol and click
  Give me the muthafucking bag or I'm gone buss yo' shit
  Now I came up, a fifteen thousand dollar lick
  Yeah Red Mouth, the Pastor need about a brick, and now it's on
  Strictly, quarters or grams,
  them down south georgia boys done blew up on all ya'll haters
    [Hook 2x: (We Ready in background)]
    I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
  I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life
  And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
  I got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang
    [Verse 3: Pastor Troy]
    I fill my mind with weed, uh,
  I can't believe my congregation is testing me
  Retailation would be less than me,
  While praising me in my face
  Shit these the same muthafuckers trying to take my place
  I hate to waste yo blood and leave ya church clothes filthy
  But believe I will do it without feeling guilty
  Let's understand though the Pastor, I'm still that nigga
  Praising the Lord for blessing me with nica triggas, and laser beams
  And my team, my original team, killers and bandates
  Try your best to understand it
  Nigga respect, I demand it
  I feel its mandatory,
  I'm popping on these niggas as I give the Lord the glory
  Like David, My slang shot human made
  Fuck whirling rocks, nigga my niggas got handgrenades
  Who payed?, I have layed my life on the line
  Cops pulling grind, got the Pastor dodging one time
  Signs of holy wars
  Touting magnum forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac 11's
  There's a hundred ways to die
  Up in the mist, surrounded by these evil men
  Got to stay hi',
  Grab the pistol and I let 'em fly, just like hulk
  So what, I thought you would've never done
  Nigga you did it and death will be the outcome
  I sholl hate it but I put up with it long enuff
  Ashes to ashes, and dust to fucking dust
  Go head and buss
    [Hook 8x till end: (We Ready in background)]
    I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
  I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life
  And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
  I got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang