Текст, перевод и аккорды “Stop Tryin”
- {*Pastor Troy and Lil Pete adlibs*} [Pastor Troy] They had me dodgin' the law, while I was serving my raw Though I was young in the game, a lot of things I saw I just bought that fifty pack, and just believed in me And with barely could ease, that fifty pack fit the peas I got mo' cheese than Kraft, but teachers laughed at me They asked me what would I be with out my damn degree I told them they would see me on T.v. and videos I'm all about that money, y'all can have them hoes And I got goals, I know that I can do all things Cause now I make my beats, I write, I sing And pain was my stepping stone Help me realize shit, even my own'll do me wrong But y'all a never stop me, 'cause see I got this game in order Started off with a fifty pack, with dreams of a quarter Catching that thing from the border, and leave my enemies crying I will never be stopped, so you can stop ya' tryin' Chorus: Stop tryin' nigga [Pastor Troy] Okay my money was mandatory, the glory of wealth It's plenty niggas with promises, I keep them myself I'm 15 on this grind, but my age don't matter All they want is that butter, from whoever come faster And I was after a monoply, ambition to rule Be the Hitler of this game, if I keep my cool I'm counting money every morning from the previous night Go and spend, ten with Twin, heard he packing 'em tight I'm sitting right, I'm right where I wanted to be Ain't no mo' fifty packs for me, give me the whole ki And I'm sure that you agree that I be hard to stop In the three, yes three, years, I went from block to block And now these haters are hot, cause I done locked the counter Got the calibur glock, because I know that they 'round me Found me laughing at these pussy boys, making me sick While y'all be shooting for attention, I be shooting to hit And who I'm with don't matter, cause I'm gone handle my own Got them DOWN SOUTH GEORGIA BOYS in case you get wrong It won't be long 'till doctors doing autopsy Cause reason for death, its' gone send back to me Cause y'all can't stop me, nigga, shit, this game in order Started off with a fifty pack with dreams of a quarter Catching that thing from the border, leave my enemies cryin' I will never be stopped, so y'all can stop ya' tryin' Chorus [Pastor Troy] Shit, fatalities get numerous, smother with cover Send a dead rose to his mother labeled that hustla' And they say that that's a small price, I disagree If ya' stuck between a small life, unlike me I can't see myself going out, without a battle Put the bomb on the stadium, aviod the hassle Flip the tassle, I'm a skull cap, I graduated From the school of hard knocks, nigga, others ain't make it So I make it my duty to be richer than Rudy, yeah Ramo Cause this here pay way mo', you decide And ain't no mo' lettin' me ride, hell nah shawty Be starrin' down the barrel of that autie Don't test me, arrest me, I'm out like Gotti, without a clue Tell the judge that they besta pop me, or die too! County blue, not my forte I'm only comfortable when I got on that grind with what, with a a.k. And with a couple of banana clips, dip in ya lip Better hush when I hit that hip, and disconnect it Perfect it, from day to day, I take game and call it stayin' And watch em' pay, I ain't the one Many come up, until I dump 'em, but then they scatter I leave ya' mamma asking ya' baby what's the matter I'm after ya' ligaments, no movement From Down South Georgia bitch, I REPRESENT!!! Convince the jury, we done payed them off Evidence don't matter, since they paid, you lost I'm the boss, that cost ain't even worth conversation Pastor Troy, the pastor of the true congregation Blood wasting if ya' cross me, ya' lost me cuz Was a eye for a eye, now its' SLUG FOR A SLUG! June Bug know I lay 'em low, that 44, he got's to go Shit, he got's to go, shit Nigga stop tryin' nigga, stop tryin'
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