Pastor Troy - f** Them n***az lyrics

[Intro] Look.. Listen here (Yuh) Yeah, I got 'em This for all them punk a** n***az in this sh** (I got 'em) If you a punk a** n***a you gon feel this in your heart (I got 'em) f** n***az [Chorus x4] Mutha'f** them n***az I'mma burn them n***az I'mma take them n***az with me [Verse 1] If it was a fifth, we'd all get f**ed up These p**y a** n***az got the game twist up Cause everybody hard, everybody real Everybody ballin', everybody k** Everybody slick, everybody smoothe Everybody packing, what the f** them n***az gon' do Everybody pimpin', everybody mob Everybody bout to get mutha'f**az robbed These n***az f**ing with the wrong one, pistol whip with the big gun Extra-clip with an attitude, "What the f** am I dog food?" Bite the hands that feeds me, cause I don't need these Cracker mutha'f**az that I always see, constantly Try and compare me to, f** n***az do what you do Im thee original, multi-dimensional But these ol' p**y boys, want to be Pastor Troy Bout to get blast on, "where the f** is my mask homes?" [Chorus] [Verse 2] Everybody want to put violence in they rhyme They love +50cent+, cause he got shot 9 times But what about me, I dun' shot 9 mutha'f**az Left a n***a in his yard fa' his mother I shot the brother, I shot the aunt I f**ed the sister, and smoked a blunt I'm on the hunt for +Red October+, Leave them n***az bleeding blood out them Range Rovers Until its over, you know that I'm gunning We looking for n***az, that frontin' and stuntin' My n***a I'mma be dumping some sh** got them bombs from Russia Some sh** that I got runs deep, gonna hush ya' n***a! [Chorus]