Street Army

歌詞

(feat. Afficial, Halleluyah, Master P) [Master P] T-R-U Silkk, you in here? No Limit 4 Life I got this, see this I got the hood on my back nigga Walk with me [Chorus x4] Throw your rags in the air, we back my nigga I can smell a championship like Shaq, my nigga You bitches try to stop us, You hoes, you can't harm me The New No Limit is every street nigga army [Master P] My pops told me "Fall off your bike, then you get back up" Represent your hood, nigga throw your shit up You don't snitch, you go to jail, thats the codes of the street They got a gun to your head, want chu to talk, man put me to sleep Before I tell war stories, or snitch on my homies Testify in the court room, man these niggaz are phony What happened to old days? Nigga die for iron I know some niggaz in my hood that'd fucking tell on they mama I only roll with a chosen few, a chosen crew Like Boz, Hot Boy, Drumma, Afficial, Diesel, and Hallelu You gotta respect the niggaz that stay silent Like Corey, El and Vee, my niggaz on Rikers Island Them niggaz that ain't gonna represent No Limit Like Longhead, Paul Hall, Meat, Marlo, and Jimmy C-Murder doin a bid and didn't do the crime You see my niggaz don't snitch if they life on the line [Chorus] [S-Flames] Ay look I never liked the navy so I joined the army Been rocking my soulja rag since they made atari Won't speak to bitch niggaz, don't like it to draw I got an eye problem, can't see me fucking with cha'll I know I said it once dawg before but now I'm sayin it clearer If you wanna see a snitch bitch, look in the mirror No Limit is the army, We some soldiers til we die Pistol Pete give me the word, you know I'm gonna ride goodbye [Desperado] I enrolled in the army, I ain't looked back since I was on the block long like ten sharp prints Used to hustle off the porch, we ain't have no fence Mask on, no gloves, they ain't have no prints Nigga I turn a slice of bread into a loaf We live death before dishonor, I'ma stick to the oath It's a fact, the fiends want needles and smack I'ma hustle until I got more diesel than Shaq [Chorus] [Yukon] Errbody listenin so I put something in they ear They think P Millers just something that I wear Yeah, its the connection that we got Thats real enough for us to come out the booth And make it best to the block So why stop when we got everything move along? Hear me speak more than once, its usually a song And eventhough we in the playing field They say a ball or car won't kill you but a hater will My meal ticket just starting to cash in Breathin, keep moving when I'm on my last wind Everybody start from the bottom Til you find yourself chasing everything til you run into problems [Halleluyah] I got street credibility, every hood, they feelin me Every good deliveries white tan, them christmas trees I right hand religiously beat down my enemies Peep how I end it these weak lames listen I speak flames and lyrically heat brains I'm physically untame You need a little more help mayne Cause this 45 unlocked and aimed My gun cocked and banged This shit is bad for your health mayne [Chorus] [Master P] I know y'all street niggaz out there Appreciate a nigga coming from the motherfucking hood And doing something else But y'all young niggaz thats taking the game and fucking it up Nigga I was out there hustling before most of y'all motherfuckers was in school ya heard Kids under me, churn, glorifying getting shot, Real niggaz dodge bullets Banging on wax, Man niggaz down in the hood behind money Motherfucking the rap game, fucking it up Then the snitches fucking up the dope game We gonna bring the shit back to reality though, ya heard me Don't make me pull my belt off and whip one of these little bitches