Pastor Troy - Boys To Men Lyrics
Artist: Pastor Troy f/ Chip, Eight-ballAlbum: By Any Means NecessarySong: Boys To MenTyped By: Sixstarr6finest@hotmail.com** send corrections to the typist[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 youman just the transition to becoming..a man (This from the heart)That some of yall gone have to go through man everybody on the soundof my voice (This from the soul)Everything gone be cool man, From Boys to Men[Verse 1] Pastor TroyNo one to doubt me, I'm not here lonelyChildhood secrets still wid my homiesI recall days when I blazed up on the hillNot knowin' wud the future would hold, just kept it realWe ridin' on the 'Lac with the boys to other schoolsWe catch 'em at dey football games and act a foolAnd everybody know my name, it's Michael TroyWe made all them bullies respect Falcon BoyI got my folks worried, I'm suspended everydaySometimes I ain't tell 'em and caught the train to the AThe FirePoint Station, Supreme locationI'm only 15, tho at the lil' scene[Chorus]No one to pry me, I'm all aloneNo one to cry onHe'd shelter from the rain..to ease the painChanging from boys to men[Verse 2]I've done seen stabbings, i've done seen shootingsI've done seen a robbery, i've done seen twoBut I ain't even 15, so when i turn 16Im'ma get dat chrome thing wid da beamMy team was da wreckin' crew, like juiceThe type of niggas on our side do, who was the truthI bet them killaz on his side respect gameThat other nigga from the southside, was lameMy name is Stone, Charlestown to the boneLil' Wayne and Scooby, we rocking MCM and GucciI'm nine years old, that nigga let me touch a UziI wanted to kill, just like i saw up in the movieNo wonder one of my friend shot himself in his headPlayin' wid the gun from under his mothers bedDon't wanna call his name too tough, we'll call him FredWe watch my nigga while he bled (when we was young)[Chorus][Verse 3] Eight-ballLord knows we be tryin hard, God watching over usMama told me "baby dun be goin to school cuttin up"Did I listen, hell naw, listen let me tell ya'llStreets transform mamas only into eight-ballErrywhere I go, niggaz know I speak that poetrySee my +Chilouette+ like I'm +Alfred Hitch*****+ and they know its meBottom line met a lot of niggaz on the grindgetting them dimesMurder they ass, escape the scene like I committed the crimeA friend of mine, don't rap he doing illegal business18-Wheeler, Fed, X, bricks, did wid killazHe smoke and dipped'em drunk with Crys and get to beating his *****esThem *****es down though, come straight back after they get thru strippenI'm outta' town, next to the church see his lil' brotha cryinTold me his brotha killed himself, I said nigga you lyinHe put the gun to his mouth and blew his brain outHe couldn't handle this goddamn shit that we sang 'bout
