June Summers, 2Pac, Nipsey Hussle, Jay Rock - Army All By Myself lyrics
[June Summers, 2Pac, Nipsey Hussle, Jay Rock - Army All By Myself lyrics]
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else an army
(I ball) and I want it all (I want it all)
Them OGs that brought us up
Them young boys that's coming out
The wars speak won't stop with the call
(won't stop with the call)
Look, I'm from the hood
Won't never turn my back on it
Got balls tryin' to make it
With this rap homie
And the boy get his hustle on
Keep my 45, I don't need no muscle homes
Got the heart of a hundred soldiers
Got my town on my back
And it feels like a hundred boulders
Now that's pressure
The boy never fold with it
Serve you a dish, look nigga I'm cold with it
In the bricks with my 'G' double 'O'-'N's
Mack 10 loaded im my 5 double 'O'-benz
Ridin' on my enemies, got no time for friends
All about business, got my eyes on ends
Homies said they're your homies
Some niggas pretend
Forget about your ass, when you hit that penn
Jay Rock and Nipsey, yeah we out to win
Red and blue make green, bitch niggas hating
Look, our city never quite shook off
The recipes of Ricky Ross
Couple of niggas rolled
But most just took a loss
While the real bosses passed
Bills in city hall legislate the law for the
Niggas that cookin' raw
The razor blades and rocks get
Cut on fine china
My blocks economics like the beers
The black man's sacrificial land
For the concept a land based on the
False prospect of progress for instance
Look, my niggas crooked though it seems
My every single thoughts caught
Up in collectin' cream, a made nigga
Picture me dyin' in the blaze of gunfire
Will not retire till I'm paid
Till I reach the pie
When we ride we fly by bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
On get your riches
From Crenshaw to 1-2-5 and do or die
Rollin' with niggas from Long Beach to Long I
I'm heartless now cause my heart froze
Once I commence my show I rip apart foes
Now I got one nation
Just a crooked compilation
Just the inner bullshit let's get
Back to money makin'
Tell them bustas that I rolled
On controllin' a house
My shit's so wicked when I
Flip niggas closin' they mouthh
Them cocoa brothers
Buckshout the beady eyed thug
Greg Nice, LS, Asu
Sure show a nigga love Outlaw!
A soldier if nothing else an army
(I ball) and I want it all (I want it all)
Them OGs that brought us up
Them young boys that's coming out
The wars speak won't stop with the call
(won't stop with the call)
Look, I'm from the hood
Won't never turn my back on it
Got balls tryin' to make it
With this rap homie
And the boy get his hustle on
Keep my 45, I don't need no muscle homes
Got the heart of a hundred soldiers
Got my town on my back
And it feels like a hundred boulders
Now that's pressure
The boy never fold with it
Serve you a dish, look nigga I'm cold with it
In the bricks with my 'G' double 'O'-'N's
Mack 10 loaded im my 5 double 'O'-benz
Ridin' on my enemies, got no time for friends
All about business, got my eyes on ends
Homies said they're your homies
Some niggas pretend
Forget about your ass, when you hit that penn
Jay Rock and Nipsey, yeah we out to win
Red and blue make green, bitch niggas hating
Look, our city never quite shook off
The recipes of Ricky Ross
Couple of niggas rolled
But most just took a loss
While the real bosses passed
Bills in city hall legislate the law for the
Niggas that cookin' raw
The razor blades and rocks get
Cut on fine china
My blocks economics like the beers
The black man's sacrificial land
For the concept a land based on the
False prospect of progress for instance
Look, my niggas crooked though it seems
My every single thoughts caught
Up in collectin' cream, a made nigga
Picture me dyin' in the blaze of gunfire
Will not retire till I'm paid
Till I reach the pie
When we ride we fly by bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
On get your riches
From Crenshaw to 1-2-5 and do or die
Rollin' with niggas from Long Beach to Long I
I'm heartless now cause my heart froze
Once I commence my show I rip apart foes
Now I got one nation
Just a crooked compilation
Just the inner bullshit let's get
Back to money makin'
Tell them bustas that I rolled
On controllin' a house
My shit's so wicked when I
Flip niggas closin' they mouthh
Them cocoa brothers
Buckshout the beady eyed thug
Greg Nice, LS, Asu
Sure show a nigga love Outlaw!