Tekst:
Troy Pastor Universal Soldier

But, tonight's much worsa', 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

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

real ATL playa style Ayo, 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,

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

[Chorus (repeat 4x)] Nigga, I always keep my composure Often full of that doja Universal soldier I'm ready for war These niggas really got me trippin

Though I ain't sweatin Me and my homies got army gadgets No it aint magic You bomb me, I bomb you This is to Saddam too Pastor sucka, U.S Marines, Army

(feat. Ms. Jade) [Timbaland scratches throughout] [Intro: Pastor Troy] Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha, come

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

[Chorus (repeat 4x)] Nigga, I always keep my composure Often full of that doja Universal soldier I'm ready for war These niggas really got me trippin