Micah Levar "Pastor" Troy (born November 18, 1977) is an American rapper an… Read Full Bio ↴Micah Levar "Pastor" Troy (born November 18, 1977) is an American rapper and record producer and a member of the hardcore rap group D.S.G.B. (Down South Georgia Boys). After being featured on recordings by such artists as Lil Jon and Ludacris, as well as being featured on the soundtrack to the movie xXx, Troy's 2002 album Universal Soldier became popular throughout the United States.

Troy, son of a Haitian-American drill instructor turned pastor Alfred Troy, attended Creekside High School. Troy attended Paine College before he fully pursued his career in rap.

Pastor Troy released his first album, We Ready (I Declare War), in 1999. Subsequently, he was featured in several songs by other artists and helped get other up and coming artists get a name for themselves, i.e. Rasheeda/Que bo gold ("do it"), & underground hip-hop producer Joey Cutless, who now produces soundtracks for network television and composes film scores. Ludacris featured Troy on his album Back for the First Time in the song "Get Off Me." In addition, Pastor Troy is also the front man of the rap group D.S.G.B. (Down South Georgia Boys).DSGB originated in Augusta, Georgia. He was also featured on the collaborative album Kings of Crunk by Lil Jon in the song "Throw it Up".Troy and then friend Lil' Jon reached the top of the charts in the south with songs such as "Vice Versa" and "Throw it Up". Since being in the music industry, Pastor Troy has been in public beefs with Master P[1], Lil Scrappy and The BME Click, and Sno, with whom he has since come to terms. In 2002, Troy's album Universal Soldier became popular in the South, especially with the song "Are We Cuttin'" featuring Ms. Jade, which was also featured on the soundtrack for the action film xXx that year. The album debuted at #13 on the Billboard 200. In 2003, Troy appeared on Young Jeezy's 2003 album Come Shop wit' Me on the track titled "GA".

Troy later released one of his more commercial albums, By Any Means Necessary, in 2004. This album featured songs like the hit "Ridin' Big". Following this release, Pastor Troy was released from his Universal contract because of creativity disputes. He then released Face Off, Part II, which addressed some issues with Lil Scrappy and BME, adding new songs, and even remade some of his hits. In 2005, he appeared with Killer Mike on Chamillionaire's track "Southern Takeover" off of The Sound of Revenge.

Pastor Troy released three albums in 2006, starting with Stay Tru, then followed by By Choice Or By Force and Atlanta 2 Memphis, which is a collaboration album with Memphis rapper Criminal Manne. Stay Tru debuted at the Billboard 200 at #150, selling 6,000 copies its first week. Currently, Pastor Troy is signed with two record labels. SMC (Stay Tru, Tool Muziq) and Money and Power Records (Face Off Part 2, Atlanta 2 Memphis)

Pastor Troy owns a Customised Ford F-650 truck, which was highlight on The Raw Report DVD , Vol. 1. He has also been mentioned in two songs by Kanye West: "Get 'Em High" (featuring Talib Kweli and Common): "And I will cut your girl like Pastor Troy / And I don't usually smoke, but pass the 'dro", as well as "'03 Electric Relaxation" (featuring Consequence): "Original rude boy like Pastor Troy/The G-500 is my favorite toy/Cause it don't look like a thug or a hood/But he keep dem gorillas so we still be good." Pastor Troy also just did a deal with Atlanta Base Big Cat Records and is coming out with an album very soon.

Pastor Troy released his 16th solo album entitled Ready For War on June 9, 2009 on Real Talk Ent. Ready For War is Pastor Troy's 2nd album released on Real Talk Ent. The first album Pastor Troy released on Real Talk Ent. was entitled Attitude Adjuster on February 19, 2008.

Troy's song Crank Me Up was also used by the 2008 Notre Dame Football team as a pump up song at practice and before games.

Ain't No Sunshine
Pastor Troy Lyrics

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Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put
out he talk about the same shit from goddamn T.R.U.
you got D's,candy paint,wood grain with the leather seats
mercedes,baby,lady,baby,crazy,merecdes
I done heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.

Come on, O.K., peep it my techs swing low like sweet chariots
Bust em and burry em
That be his faithness sending flowers to they wait
And crying at they wake
And mourning with these motherfuckaz mothers
Fotr plottin out a way to kill they brother
Another nigga bled another niggaz gone be bleeding
'cause I ain't trynna hear that shit this evening
y'all niggaz best believe in
Guerilla warfare
Lets creep across the cemetery how they get there
I tell ya was this nigga from Lake Olmstead
My nigga said that he been fucking up dope since day one so instead
of pumpin the shit in Olmstead
I suggest he take that stupid shit to Sunset
But naw,but naw he want to play bad Billy bad ass and shit
I'm flawing my game like I can't perform the hit
I threw on the fucking plastic bag
wrapped my hands around his ass the squeezed
til the nigga can't breath
Limiting cheese about my trap,how the fuck imma catch the mouse
If you busting ya gun and steady runnin ya mouth
But down south I ain't no hard ass nigga
But best believe real come the thriller
Motherfucka I feel ya
Blast them hollow points,'cause hollow points get points across
They want the juice but they don't want to pay the cost
Now who's the boss
My nigga ask these hoes
I'm nuttin in they mouth and they nose
They eyes if they ain't closed
The lifestyle that I chose who knows may make me rich
But if them feds kick down them doors then lifes a bitch
I'm sittin in the patty wagon thinking bout the snitch
And wit my phone call I know exactly who to hit
My niggaz Don Perry we got some bodies to burry
Hide them niggaz with rugers and hide them lugers with Karen
Now its very nescesary that this bid go through
'cause I already know my niggaz threw
ain't no motherfuckin sunshine

chorus:Aint no motherfuckin sunshine, Its only tech nines and clips and
niggaz that equip for whatever
I thought you knew better,but you still ran your mouth now you runnin from
them fuckin Georgia Boys from down south

ain't no sunshine my nigga, the sun ain't gonna shine
Till I reach about a million
Talkin billions with Brazilions
I got this funny feeling that I'm gone be filthy rich
And I'm gone marry money 'cause money's a faithful bitch
If it ain't one thang its ten more so fuck another
Surrounded by undercovers everytime they see they sucker
My mind be in the gutter,but that's how I burn the house
Because I try to prove what these pussy niggaz bout
These niggaz make me shout,yea they frustrate me
Because I sell dope I guess that's why these niggaz hate me
Make me recall,think it was the fall of 96
But time don't matter nigga doing the same shit
The Narcs about to hit
His habit made em tell
Officer and the law,bastard crooked as hell
They lookin for Terrel
Mixed him up with Derrel it's 2 Derrels
They hit they doe with Marquel
Breakin em on the phone,told my niggaz time to bail
They knew we shot them niggaz they just lookin for the shells
They try to best they nail,like nail give me a break
Us cooley high niggaz,us niggaz is hard to take
We,appreciate they bust
We,appreciate they threat
We,appreciate that we so smooth they ain't caught us yet
Now Karen want respect,claim I'm doing her wrong
But my name is not Rome,I don't know where I belong
Pumpin her up with these songs,so so-long to all three
get O.U.T. but first let me get my thangs
The ho had bring me box with the lock that she was holdin
She brought my shit downstairs,my fuckin box was open
I'm holdin my breath before I mothafuckin hurt her
Rambaling through my shit no shells from the murder
I asked her calmly where the fuck is my shit
"Troy that's all I had"
What the fuck you mean bitch
It should have been six empty bullets and my ruger
Fuck trynna explain popped her,had to shoot her
I knew that the murders would interfer with my grindin
But what the fuck you expect if the sun ain't shinin

chorus

My mind is fucked up {why} I keep on picturing Karens head jerking
Disturbing me while I'm working
This clouds lurking over me,like a cartoon
Too hot in the streets I got to stay in my room
Soon to be charged 3 murders second count
But once in this will, twinzo I leave her out
Yo burn for your nigga,bout the dope visit my brother
Its back to Atlanta,shit too hot in Augusta and I knew I shouldn't trust her
'cause I keep thinking bout her ass
Bout 2 or 3 knocks at my door and who is that
Just that fast,niggaz done ran up in my shit
Ski mask and guns and they, shooting to hit
I ran up stairs to get my gat yea that mack
I'm running and ducking one grazed me cross my back
But then I reach my gat,payback I'm bustin rockets
Ran back to the stairs took two clips off in my pocket
His gun I heard him cock it went the bustin over there
I'm poppin on them pussy niggaz, die nigga yea
I pop one in his ear,told him I would fear nothin
Snatched a mack up off the nigga,and is there Karen's cousin
Then I rushed into the bathroom then turned off the light
I heard somebody footsteps approaching to my right
Now bullets taking flight.I'm bustin in all directions
I laid in the tub praying for my protection
Done hit me to perfection I was fucked up in the game
While laying in the tub I heard them niggaz call my name
My 6'3 frame to be filled with bullet holes
If I gotta leave some more of them has got to go
I ran back to the stairs and went the bustin with mine
All directs wit tech 9
but they waitin in line,I was fine shit went to the phone to call Greg

Boom,Boom done took two to the head
It ain't no fuckin sunshine!

Overall Meaning

The song "Ain't No Sunshine" by Pastor Troy is a story-telling track that takes listeners on a journey through the mind of a drug dealer. The lyrics are full of vivid descriptions and use creative wordplay to convey this disturbing tale. The song discusses the singer's experiences with guerilla warfare and how he deals with betrayal and murder in his life. The main theme of the song is that success and happiness are not guaranteed, and even the brightest of days can turn dark quickly.

The song opens with a conversation between two men discussing the monotony of rap and how it talks about the same things repeatedly. Pastor Troy jumps in and presents his story, which revolves around his life as a drug dealer. Throughout the song, he discusses his encounters with death, betrayal, and murder, flashing out these themes through creative wordplay and intense imagery.

In conclusion, the lyrics of the song "Ain't No Sunshine" by Pastor Troy are gritty, disturbing, and full of raw emotion. They present a story of violence, betrayal and loss, all of which make for an intense listening experience. Despite the harsh realities of the story, the song serves as a reminder of the unpredictability of life and the power of words to put emotions to song.

Line by Line Meaning

Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
The artist explains that there's nothing new to talk about since every album contains the same stories of flashy cars, luxurious lifestyles, and acts of violence. He proceeds to mock other artists for their lack of originality.

Come on, O.K., peep it my techs swing low like sweet chariots
The artist describes the power of his weapons, comparing them to the Biblical image of God's chariots coming down to Earth. He repeatedly emphasizes his violent nature and his willingness to use weapons.

Limiting cheese about my trap,how the fuck imma catch the mouse
The artist explains that he needs to keep quiet about his drug dealing activities if he wants to avoid getting caught by the authorities. He uses the metaphor of a mouse to illustrate how easy it would be to get caught if he reveals too much.

They knew we shot them niggaz they just lookin for the shells
The artist talks about a time when he and his friends were suspected of murder. He explains that the authorities were searching for the bullet shells used in the crime, but his group avoided getting caught.

I ran up stairs to get my gat yea that mack
The artist describes how he retrieves his gun, referred to as a 'gat' or a 'mack', in order to defend himself against an assailant who has come to attack him.

Done hit me to perfection I was fucked up in the game
The artist describes getting hit by a bullet, which he refers to as being hit 'to perfection'. He acknowledges that he's in trouble and that he needs to be more careful in his criminal activities.

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Bill Withers

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