No More Play in G.A.

[Intro] (phone ringing) Pastor Troy: Y'all watch this, watch this (laughs) Guy on phone: No Limit Studios Pastor Troy: yea, yea, yea, can I speak to P? Guy on phone: P ain't here! Pastor Troy: (chuckles) Hey yo, tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down South Georgia Boys said since everybody think they soldiers then what's up, we'll go to war... [Hook][4x] My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) [Verse 1] What's up? Big mouth, big talk, big game Teacher's pet, takin' names, pop the tec, takin' aim Plenty range, plenty shot Plenty change, plenty Glocks Packin heat and I'mma keep em' hot And I'mma take my cut right off the top Cuz I'm not, nothing like Anyone, once on the mic Wish you might, show ya right Have y'all thinking I'm Barry White In the night, pack em' tight, call the fight, T.K.O We got mo', you ain't know, numero uno Keep a O we burnin slow, we optimo, y'all swisher sweets And don't compete, I'm too unique, sit back be quiet when the Pastor preach I make the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself It be Pastor Troy, D.S.G.B, represent until my death And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it ain't no fear You can talk that in my ear, but it ain't shit, 'til you come down here And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it ain't no fear You can talk that in my ear, but it ain't shit, 'til you come down here [Hook 2x] My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Shit real [Verse 2] Fake gold, fake soul, sold this, sold that Story grew old, old vogues, old lac But I'm back, verse two, and you, know me Ain't no, owe me, you die, slowly Holy, Bible, assault, rifle Thou shalt, not kill, unless they make you feel Like they, superior, naw brah, who you wit' D.S.G.B. my clique, all the money that we can get In the mix, gone and pick, I'm like Vicks Vapor Rub Pinch a nick up out your dubb, who the fuck you think I was Enough of the talkin', talkin', what's up If we actin up, you best be backin up Been buck, re-up, red mouth, straighten me All these niggas be hatin me, because we keep all the D O-P, add a E, O.P.P. we ain't down None of my folks don't fuck around, quick to spit every round Come on clown, you so bad, you so raw, you so mean In the car, looking mean, all you see, is the beam I'm the king, of the throne, still shown, every song Punks do not live too long, Pastor Troy and now it's on [Hook 2x] Shit real [Verse 3] I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit my hobby Bought a little Arm & Hammer, cook it, sell then copy Got me watchin for coppers, all I want is to prosper Niggas clowning with me, don't know they claimin they "G" So fuck T.V. cuz this real, just change your hand change the station Watch the story bout hatin', then another bout basing I'm taking risks to get it, but now I'm sick of this shit So with these last couple dollars, we gone flip it legit I bought this beat machine, bout big as a calculator Who would have ever dreamed we hit the studio later Its like I owe them basers, for making me take this serious Wasn't for the struggle cuz, you would not be hearing this In the midst I'm frisked bout three times a day What I'm doing down here? Nigga this where I stay I just pray, that I relay, a message to some And let them know, goddamn, ain't no more play where I'm from [Hook 2x] Now shit's real