Face Off (Intro) — текст песни (Pastor Troy)

[heavy breathing]

[Pastor Troy]
One...
Two...
Three...
In the beginning, God created drugs
And other thugs, with other thoughts
The path that`s never walked
The class that`s never taught
Often sought, `cause salt from player haters
Make trials greater, all of my plans I must do later
I made a buch of bad mistakes, some bad desicions
But look at all this money I made, I ain`t bitchin`
I knew my position but my coach ain`t put me in
So, I quit this shit and started sellin` dope with friends
I`m in this situation, I`m the only nigga cool
These niggaz think they ballin` but these niggaz just confused
But `cause I love to lose, I`m muthafuckin` lost
From muthafuckin` nothin` to muthafuckin` boss
Face off

[heavy breathing]

I`m leavin` that joint like that