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Pastor Troy - Vica Versa lyrics
Vice Versa feat. Peter the Disciple Pastor Troy [talking]: Yeah (yeah) This song is called Goddamn, Vica Versa (I'm doin' my best to save my people) It's like, (The people & I will rely in God) Picture everything that you thought was good, was really bad Everything bad, was good (What if Heaven was on Earth nigga) The whole world, vica versa (Good is bad) Vica versa (Bad is good) (Dear Lord am I the only one?) This shit here, Goddamn, gon' Go'n get you a fat blunt of that 'dro Smoke that shit (It's all vica versa) Look up in the air nigga (We rich nigga) (This is what we doin', it's vica versa) Know ain't everybody gon' feel this shit Vica Versa, Pastor Troy Vica Versa Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah What if Heaven was Hell and vica versa If I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya? I re embersed ya, with the truth, so you know my fate They pray I die I'm that nigga that they love to hate I'ma make you use your mind, God, the 7th sign And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your time Again I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versa Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture? The spirit, man, do you understand, there's a war It's ragin' on And the devil got some ammo too Don't get me wrong But I put my trust off in the Lord It's too corrupt Know that God gon' help me blow 'em up I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa I have no fear I done witnessed too much Hell right here Lend me your ear, recall all the beer We had to pour 'Till all our niggaz hit the Devil with the .44 Payback nigga My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter Better alone And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg Satan to save me God I'm confused, the fuse of all these muthafuckaz Makin' me sick ?Fuck my niggaz?, I can't trust nobody ?Pussy niggaz? Sleep with a clique of nasty concubine And vica versa, so she'll probably do the whole nine Naste Hoe I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas It's Satan's birth I'ma try to smoke a pund of weed, and ease the hurt While Jesus equiped with angels, the Devil's equiped with fire Oh God so love the world he blessed the thug with rocks Won't stop until they feel me Protect me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill me It's vica versa Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high To see the Lord almighty nigga, I'm ready to die My reply for any questions asked The Devil made me do it Who's the Devil may I ask? It's so polluted Up-rooted from all this stupid shit See me cremated, my adaption to the climate So glad I made it Elated that they gon' go to Heaven But do they know Heaven may not be th place to go Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa The Devil's demons, I'll be damned if I'm gon' let 'em hurt ya Follow me... Peter The Disciple: If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devil A doun south Georgia Rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level Remenisin' on all the good and the bad that I did Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs And servin' nicks and talkin' shit This is vica versa no fuckin' commercial Heaven or Hell, where do we go? When we die, eternal fire or the street of gold Only God knows, vica vers |
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