Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (x 8)      Verse 1   Now let's pray lord have mercy, help 'em God   Pastor Troy baby, and I'm coming hard   Had to sit back and see tha big picture   Probably in the back seat bustin' me a Swisha   So how I getcha?   Huffin and puffin and cussin' over percussion?   Out the back field 2,000 yards rushin   I'm struttin, I'm cuttin, spinnin, I'm jukin   Gotcha girlfriend on the side-line lookin (Wassup, baby?)   It's all a game, but the winner is the one who maintain   They all know my name i'm the heavyweight champ   I rock the belt and got some killers on my camp   This drank done got me amp it got me ready to shut the club down   Take it all the way, for a mothafuckin touchdown,   Let's clown   Dancin in the endzone, I'm lookin good, I'm lookin strong   Pastor Troy 'bout to getcha buck, tell them hoes it's on (Yeah!)      Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (x 8)      Ok, If you came to get buck throw it up (Throw it up!)   If you came to get buck throw it up (Throw it up!)   EASTSIDE!!! (Eastside!) WESTSIDE!!! (Westside!)   NORTHSIDE!!! (Northside!) SOUTHSIDE, HO!!! (Southside, ho!)      P.T. baby, I came to get crunk   I'ont get low, I'ont ATL stomp   All I do, is come through in the clutch (In the clutch)   Kick Atlanta shit, back Atlanta shit up   Them suckers took a real low, motherfuck a dutch   I'd rather grab a mic and grab my nuts   I got it in cruise control, I got it set   From Colli Park, bout to hurt a known in the Dec   All over Zone Three and Zone Four   Every set that you claim, I got a ho; you know   She ready!   Probably got more balls than you   She ready!   Hey, there boo, what they do   The Pastor, after me, there'll be three   Two that ain't there, and one you can't see   It's just me, the PT Cruiser   I'm independent, and bout to do ya   And it's...      Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (x 8)