Pastor Troy Lyrics

Album: By Any Means Necessary

Boys To Men Lyrics

[Pastor Troy Talking]

 Ayo this ya boy Pastor Troy checkin in right, yuh

 (This from the soul)

 Ayo, on this joint right here man we bout to just break it down to you

 Man just the transition to becoming..a man (This from the heart)

 That some of yall gone have to go through man everybody on the sound

 Of my voice (This from the soul)

 Everything gone be cool man, From Boys to Men

 

 [Verse 1 - Pastor Troy]

 No one to doubt me, I'm not here lonely

 Childhood secrets still wid my homies

 I recall days when I blazed up on the hill

 Not knowin' wud the future would hold, just kept it real

 We ridin' on the 'Lac with the boys to other schools

 We catch 'em at dey football games and act a fool

 And everybody know my name, it's Michael Troy

 We made all them bullies respect Falcon Boy

 I got my folks worried, I'm suspended everyday

 Sometimes I ain't tell 'em and caught the train to the A

 The FirePoint Station, Supreme location

 I'm only 15, tho at the lil' scene

 

 [Chorus] 

 No one to pry me, I'm all alone

 No one to cry on

 He'd shelter from the rain..to ease the pain

 Changing from boys to men

 

 [Verse 2]

 I've done seen stabbings, i've done seen shootings

 I've done seen a robbery, i've done seen two

 But I ain't even 15, so when i turn 16

 Im'ma get dat chrome thing wid da beam

 My team was da wreckin' crew, like juice

 The type of niggas on our side do, who was the truth

 I bet them killaz on his side respect game

 That other nigga from the southside, was lame

 My name is Stone, Charlestown to the bone

 Lil' Wayne and Scooby, we rocking MCM and Gucci

 I'm nine years old, that nigga let me touch a Uzi

 I wanted to kill, just like i saw up in the movie

 No wonder one of my friend shot himself in his head

 Playin' wid the gun from under his mothers bed

 Don't wanna call his name too tough, we'll call him Fred

 We watch my nigga while he bled (when we was young)

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 3 - Eight-ball]

 Lord knows we be tryin hard, God watching over us

 Mama told me "baby dun be goin to school cuttin up"

 Did I listen, hell naw, listen let me tell ya'll

 Streets transform mamas only into eight-ball

 Errywhere I go, niggaz know I speak that poetry

 See my +Chilouette+ like I'm +Alfred Hitchcock+ and they know its me

 Bottom line met a lot of niggaz on the grind 

 Getting them dimes

 Murder they ass, escape the scene like I committed the crime

 A friend of mine, don't rap he doing illegal business

 18-Wheeler, Fed, X, bricks, did wid killaz

 He smoke and dipped'em drunk with Crys and get to beating his bitches

 Them bitches down though, come straight back after they get thru strippen

 I'm outta' town, next to the church see his lil' brotha cryin

 Told me his brotha killed himself, I said nigga you lyin

 He put the gun to his mouth and blew his brain out

 He couldn't handle this goddamn shit that we sang 'bout