1.Universal Soldier
Nigga, I always keep my composure
Often full of that doja
Universal soldier
I'm ready for war
These niggas really got me trippin' with that bullshit
My daddy, taught me no playin' in the pulpit
So for the bullshit, I brought my goon squad
Pass me my ammunition, and praise God
Against all odds, I'll make these mothafuckas pay
Lord give me the strength, to knock these niggas out my way
Everyday I been prayin' for my chance
A mean ass mug in a soldier stance
I ain't come to dance, I came to crank this mothafucka up
He think he the man you tell that nigga I said what
Pastor nigga
These niggas really got me trippin' on they videos
They hard as hell, on the camera when I know they hoes
They got their chest swole and then a bad bitch
But where I'm from y'all both will get yo ass kicked
I'm talkin' mad shit, and I'mma back it up
I got my AR-15 in the back of truck
Put on my hard hat baby
If they take me its worst cause I'mma hunt you baby
'Til his whole world is cursed
Ain't no reverse, it's not over
The blessings of Jehovah
Off in the, 600 drop with the all chrome motor
And it's mine, paid out what you talkin' about
I take a puff of my doja and I regain my composure
2.Are We Cuttin'
(feat. Ms. Jade)
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha
Are we cuttin'？! Are we cuttin'？! Are we cuttin'？!
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight
Yeah, Friday night (yeah)
Yeah, ballin holmes (yeah)
Got a nigga smellin fresh as a rose
Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause y'all!)
Sharp as a knife, and this is the life
Pastorrr, ya tell me how ya love that？
Let a nigga see that pussy crack, where you at？ (uh)
The dance flo' (yeah) that's my shit (yeah)
Baby girl let ya hair down
Show a nigga what you workin wit, twerkin wit
I ammm low-key
You don't wanna leave？ (c'mon baby)
You don't wanna go back to the suite (c'mon)
Let you caress my feet, huh
Now what you wanna know？
Off the chain!
Damn! Damn boo
Where ya been all my lifetime？
Let me fuck ya 'til the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)
What I do？ (whoaa) Mind my bizz
No I can't take ya home wit me
Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz
Saturday morn' (damn!) damn I'm weak
Knew whassup when you came to the room
Talkin about gettin some sleep
She's the, the-truth, shorty got loose
Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute
What you talkin？
I, bring heat when it's hawkin
Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand
I'm weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand
I'm, bout to kill it; you, dealin wit the realest
Fuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)
Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindin
It's all about the timin; I, really like 'Vice Versa'
But, tonight's much worser, and um
Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men
Hand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb's
Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy
In a, split second I'm answerin all questions
You dummies are still confessin how money make you undress
And so tell me
3.Who, What, When, Where
Yo, yo mic check 1,2 1,2 (Y'all know what time it is)
This song is entitled (Y'all know what time it is)
DSGB throughin it up baby
The who, the what, the when and the motherfucking where
(DSGB off in this motherfuckaaaaa)
Ay yo y'all know what time it is baby
(Tell me the who the when and the where, you best believe PT gon
be there)
Who - what - when - ＆ where
Now tell me
Who, what, when, where (uhh huh)
Who, what, when, where (well uhh huh)
Who, what, when (come on), where (uhh huh), PT right there
Now tell me
Who, what, when, where (uhh huh)
Who, what, when, where
Now tell me
Who, what, when, where, PT right there
Off of theeeee - rip I'mmmmm - snappin like a columbine
Never will I hesitate
Georgia on my liscence plate
Thankin' bout you underweights
I'ma run through ya
No ski mask I'm just gon motherfucking do ya
This dirty ass krueger 'll make a nigga thank
And I ain't no - new jack bitch I got rank
And motherfucka tank if it ain't got no rounds
I'm tryna handle business man but y'all clowns
Keep - comin' round flappin' ya cock suckas
＆ yeah I'm froma Atlanta - Atlanta I love ya
Now back to the who (uhh huh)
＆ back to the where (uhh huh)
You know that I'm there cause they here me sayin' yeah
The Pastor baby
I'm hard as a rock
They claimin' they done kicked Troy ass - boy stop
As long as they make my 10 bags you got the house
The hardest nigga puttin' it down in the South
Now tell me
Yeah
Poppin' on my phone
Prayin' I'ma say yo name in my song (Timbaland)
Well dumb ass nigga will be yo' name for today
And don't say shit while I say - what I say
But any damn way
I still ain't talkin' 'bout the shit
You just like Lil' John say 'you just a bitch'
That gun powder - spit
Haha - actin like daffy duck
We hog tie niggas to the back of the fire truck
My ？？balls？？ ain't tough
It's whatever ？？gorilla less？？
I keep on truckin'
I'm the first nigga buckin'
Mr. PT
Optimist prime
The PT cruiser a.k.a prime time
Mr. October
Also known as number 2
As long as I'm second - then I'm after you
Ain't nothing else to do but rock the whole region
It's Pastor Troy
Georgia boy huntin season
Now tell me
4.Chug-A-Lug
Pastor, disaster
I'm just laying down my bass shit
You know my bass my bass one
Y'all God damn (well UN-huh nigga)
Crank that bitch off the chain
Yeah, ya'll niggas know what time it is
PT in the house (nigga)
A yo and this is for everybody bustin' bottles
Give me a P, give me an A, give me a S, give me a T
Give me a P, give me a T
Hold up, wait a minute
Let PT, with gangsta in it
Fin'sta win it
I'm talkin' 'bout the trophy
Got me chillin' with this bitch name Sophie
She say she know me from one night in the Vail
Then say I was smokin', tellin' her to inhale it
Now that sounds like me
The mutha fuckin' Pastor nigga the ole G
DSGB tat' across my chest
And hell yeah nigga I put that shit in my flesh
The be for best, but these bustas just keep on poppin'
Know when they play my shit the club rockin'
You niggas watchin'
My thirty-two is in 'tact
Got that tuck between my dick and nut sack
I bet security didn't keep steppin'
I'm on the dance floe' wit' my weapon
Chug-A-Lug
When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug
When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug
I'mma role up wit' these thugs that Chug-A-Lug
Puts a back in that mug we Chug-A-Lug
Nigga, yeah (yeah)
Ever seen a remmy bottle this big？
Just an imagine how it gone feel against ya' wig
？？ pussy ass nigga, my nig'
Take another swig
Throw up my set
Dog tags hanging like a Vietnam vet'
Some bitches sweat
And some niggas looking dirty
Mad wit' me 'cause they in the club thirsty
I'm talkin' 'bout tongue hanging down to they throat
Broke ass nigga talkin' 'bout they saleing dope
Look hea' folk, let us leave the bar
If you ain't got no money, then take ya' ass to ya' car
Ya' dealing' with a star
Far from sulfa
Ya' catch me in a Benz or the Rover, it's ova
I buss a mutha fuckin bottle wit' my cuz'
Toast each other and Chug-A-Lug
5.You Can't Pimp Me
(feat. Peter The Disciple)
Pimp shit
Yeah pimp shit, nigga
Wassup baby Ken？
Like this hea
All my niggaz mayn
A yo, all the real boss playa
A yo, this real ATL playa style
A yo, you can't pimp a pimp playa
Niggaz is trippin, my shoes is tied up
Big boss pimpin, tell ya' bitch I said wassup
Pastor, laughter, Remy in my hand
Countin out some grands, ova in Ireland
The man, you done heard the name befo'
I keep a big gun wit' me every where that I go
And I smoke dro', motherfucker keep that bap ass weed
Niggaz claimin their my folks bitch you don't know me
D.S.G.B. representin send them haters to hell
It ain't nothing ta' say, it ain't nothin ta' tell
My glock shells will be empty if any tempt me
I'm not no fuckin simp, bitch I'm a fuckin pimp
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
I'mma pimp myself
I'mma pimp myself
The one man army, the one wreckin crew
I heard that shit, now who the fuck you referrin to
If it was me, come put your finger to my nose
Just like I thought ya' niggaz mother fuckin hoes
The clothes, the wardrobe, the gators with matchin socks
Bad ass bitch that kind of favors Goldielox
The clock...stops tickin'
I step off in the spot all the chickens get to pimpin'
Bubbly is pluckin, D.S.G.B. be gangsta fuckin'
Fuckin for nothin, we be them niggaz they be lovin'
It don't get nothin but worse for you simp
Bow down nigga make room for a pimp
You can't pimp me potnah because I'm pimpin myself
I got my game from the old school straight off the shelf
I be the maca to the roni, the chedda to the cheese
I roll wit' DSGB, so is better than me
A Aug representive, I got the game on lock
I hit the street with them thangs, went to movin the block
So fuck the cops, we makin money, we stay on the grind
I'm bustin strawberry Phillies while I break down my pine
And I ain't blind, I can see it, you already know
So get the fuck out my face 'cause you can't pimp me hoe
You see the doe don't let it hit ya', you gets no play
And I'm the dro' you the philly get ready to blaze
6.No Mo Play In GA Pt. 2
What's up, big mouth, you still talkin' huh
Pastor, blast ya, okay, and well uh huh
This for, all those, niggas, that talk the talk
Fuck nigga, I walk the walk, don't make me get my assault
No charge if I get caught, I am connected
Got this rap game on lock, hell yeah perfected
Y'all nigga's pathetic, come around with that bullshit
Fuck around and get gunned down, playin around in my pulpit
Soon as I pulled it, they'll say he's deadly
Hell yeah, you got that right, nigga I'm ready
Y'all should'nt have let me, because PT gone rock
24 wit 24 blocks, m-o-n-e-y
I'm ready
I'm ready for war, fuck peace
I'm ready
I'm ready for war, I'm in these streets
I'm ready
My AR-15 up on my arm
And fuck them weak ass niggas
We droppin bombs
What's up, homeboy, what is the business
Pastor, church boy, can I get a witness
This for, all those, niggas that be poppin'
Seein' me in 6's, I don't never be stoppin'
Most niggas be watchin', other niggas be hatin'
Hangin' out their partner car, askin' me what's shakin'
Ain't nothin shakin', nothin but this mula
I see that you know me, but I don't know who you are
Therefore, I am, rollin up my window
Hasta luego, now it's back to my indo
Drivin' 100, mothafuck if I'm wanted
Take they ass on to Tennessee
Before they beat the hell out of me
Peep some real game from a mothafuckin G
Me and ？？, me and Uncle B
Try to get some millions to blow
Take this shit, I don't need no mo'
Off in the condo burnin dro
With my bitch and my hoe
Gettin' me some fire fire, r-e-a-d-y
7.If They Kill Me
If they kill me
Cause my folks coming back
My nigga to kill you
This is a song for
Them niggas talkin' bout killin' me
Something to listen to
Before I go on my killing spree
Y'all niggas ain't shit to me
A bunch of followers
And when I catch your ass
I'ma swallow ya
Bitch I'ma bury ya
The mo' the merrier
I pray you out with your niggas
They can carry ya
Pit bull terrier, fightin' the Pekinese
You wanna crank up your war
Bitch come fuck with me
I got some real g's and then some g's that
I teach them niggas
And lay low off in cacilac
Off in the Cadillac, 2002 edition
It's Pastor Troy, fuck boy
And your benediction
It ain't no contradiction
You walkin' thin ice
You put your money down monkey nigga
Now roll the dice
Claim he gone take my life
I got the trick for ya
I got a 45 hard as a dick for ya
You kill me
These niggas plottin', prayin
Cryin' they hoes
Don't hate me, my nigga I'm chose
Those, suckas and bustas don't like it when you gloat
The same bitch you crying to
I fucked the hoe
Uh-oh you didn't know
That she was buck wild
Strong possibility that that may be my child
Look at you now you feelin real fuckin short
Now keep on bustin your ass for child support (dumb ass nigga)
I'm at the fort
Eating steak and liftin weights
Nice ass crib five cars I'm straight
But on the other hand
Look at you little man
Grindin' ten years
Barely got a grand
And, you talkin bout killin a man of God
You gone bust hell wide open hot rod
I'ma, represent D.S.G.B
And kill any nigga
With plans of killin me
8.Bless America
I am a real American
Fight for the rights of every man
When it rain it pours, thunder and lightning
These cowards is trifling
They got me, watching for high jackers
Watching for terrorism, bet I ain't playin with 'em
The nine get 'em
It's horror when you don't know if you gone ever see tomorrow
Or your partner, maybe a loved one, maybe your auntie
Think you gone take from me, well then it's on g
Jesus is coming back, soon as he lay attack
I bust my rifle, I'll wave my bible
Crankin' my army up because we know what' up
They hit pentagon and now it's Babylon
Bless America
America, no country like it
America, let's get united
We all fightin
A couple cases of anthrax
Though I ain't sweatin
Me and my homies got army gadgets
No it aint magic
You bomb me, I bomb you
This is a ？？
Pastor sucka, U.S Marines, Army, Navy on the same team
It's not a dream, its reality
Miseducated, to all casualty
You capture me, I'mma be dumpin something
I'm from America buddy you better tell him something
Usama Bin Laden, we see you, we blasting
Buddy we want you, dead or alive
And when we catch you, got a surprise
Fuck the Taliban, fuck the marathon
Sucka, fuck everything, and just let freedom ring
Bless America
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