[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'y here 
[Pastor Troy:]  Hey yo, tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down  South 
Georgia Boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then what's up we'll 
go to war 
 
[Voices in background:] 
Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha 
Wha, Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha 
 
[Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background)] 
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!) 
Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) 
 
[Pastor Troy:] 
What's up, Big mouth, Big talk, Big game 
Teacher's pet, takin' aim, pop the Tech, takin' aim 
Plenty range, plenty shot 
Plenty change, plenty glock 
Pack the heat and I'ma keep em' hot 
And I'ma take my stress right off the top 
Cuz I'm not, nothing like 
Anyone, once on the mic 
Wish you might, show ya right 
Have ya'll thinking I'm Barry White 
In the night, pack em' tight,c all a 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 made 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 aint no fear 
You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, 'til you come down here 
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear 
You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, 'til you come down here 
 
[Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background) (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!) 
 
[Pastor Troy:] 
Fake real, fake soul, sold this, sold that 
Story grew old, old 'vo's, 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 mint, gone and pick, I'm like Vick, Vapor Rub 
Pinch a nick up out your dubb, who the fuck you think I was 
Enough of, talkin', talkin', what's up 
Is we, actin up, you best, be backin up 
Rember, re-up, red mouth, straighten me 
All these niggaz 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 green 
I'm the king, of the thrown, still shown, every song 
Punks due to not live too long, Pastor Troy and now it's on 
 
[Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background) (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!) 
What say the fuck what ya say (We Ready!) 
 
[Pastor Troy: ("We Ready!" in background for last 8 lines)] 
I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit my hobby, 
Bought a little Arm & Hammer, cook it, then sell the copy, 
Got me watchin for coppers, all I want is to prosper, 
Niggaz climbing with me, don't know they claimin they "G" 
So bump this beat cuz it's real, just change your air change the station 
Watch the story bout hatin', then another bout bassin' 
I'm takin' riches to get it, but now I'm sick of this shit 
So with these last couple of 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 bassers, for making me take this serious 
Wasn't for the struggle cuz, you would not be hearin' this 
In the mist 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, the message to some 
And let them know, goddamn, ain't no more play where I'm from 
 
[Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background) 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!) 
 
Now shit's real