pastor troy
tell 'em it's on
[Timbaland] There's a lot of people out there This the fricky, fricky under the track There's a lot of people out there Fricky, fricky, fricky, fricky, fricky, under they track, ow, tell 'em  [Chorus: Timbaland] Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it coming, oh Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, oh Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it coming, oh Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, oh Tell 'em it's on, V-A, G-A Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, yo Tell 'em it's on, yo, say what, say what Tell 'em it's on  [Pastor Troy] I'm the ?, the A-T-L with the flow Keep it coming, got the A-K under the doe Why you runnin' talkin' mad but you ain't mad Cause I'm bad, the P-T billy, the bad ass I heard you clappin' your jaw, talkin' bout the A-T-L How you got it on lock, boy stop Cause I'm reppin' the city, East Point to ? I come from the city that don't play that I done came back with a song of my own Timbaland on the matter feel, tell 'em it's on P-T I'm a cruise, I'm a cruise, I'm a cruise control I'm nothin' till the motherfuckin' music slows I got some killers in Carolinas, some killers in Virginia Some millers off in 'bama and I'm not to mention Atlanta Just remember that you ain't got nothing on lock So make a nigga set your clock, it's P-T  [Chorus]  [Pastor Troy] ? I'm a tell 'em it's on Talkin' shit like them gangsta, sweet-as cologne I roll on in the ? with the quickness So southern Pastor, can I get a witness It's fitness the way that I work out on a track Got the gat, I'm a leave them niggaz right where they at Matter fact, anybody want to get some, then fuck they Tell them others where I come from, the letter A When I came through already knew that it was on The misrepresentation of my home We're never Zone 3, we're never Zone 4 And if it's in the hood you better not go Cause niggaz in the hood you better not see The D, the S and then the G-be	 It's my hometown, I am crowned as the boss Don't make a nigga break ya off, tell 'em it's on  [Chorus]  [Pastor Troy] No apologies, I don't need it Written lyrics, homeboy, and read it, read it I got the big, buggle up and down This for all why yall monkey ass niggas in Atlanta Talkin' bout Collipark and New Georgia Give a little money and hang with new folks And here come back to the hood open arms This is not a kidnap-a-thon But where I'm from the real stay down Live and die and took up the A town If you think long at me you think wrong Nothin' else to say homeboy but it's on  [Chorus: x2]  [Timbaland] You didn't see this coming, did you You didn't see this coming, did you Timbo, P-T, I bet yo didn't see it coming Did you homeboy, ow