License To Kill Feat. Pastor Troy - Freeway Rick Ross

I’m out on a limb

I-I'm out on a limb-limb-limb

Well I’m Pastor Troy I got a license to kill

I shot that 50 cal.

in your motherfuckin' grill

Niggas talking shit but everybody got a tounge

What you got to say when I’m chillin' with my gun

PT nigga I got the license and I’m trifling

Catch him in his hood and get to motherfuckin' sniping

I wish them niggas would but them niggas ain’t real

A license- a license- a license to kill

I been in this game since them dukey roll chains

Chillin with my uncle off sellin' cocaine

Smoking weed with my friends when I was 10

Outside of the school drinking motherfuckin' gin

Well I’m Pastor Troy I got a license to kill

I think you know what time it is, it’s time to get real

Now what do we have here, a fuck nigga in fear

I run this land you understand I make my self clear

Well I’m Pastor Troy I got the license to murk

I leave them niggas dick in the motherfuckin' dirt

Been puttin' in work since I got my first pistol

From my 22 to my motherfuckin' missile

A L-I-c-ense to kill

Extreme heat (huh) is all you feel

A 100 round 223 you can’t dodge it

I put you on the beam and I’m making my deposit

Rockets, grenades, and the machete

Military issue K cause I’m ready

I’m dumpin' and I’m dumpin' so you better write your will

A license- a license- a license to kill