Street Army

Street Army Lyrics

Master P:

T R U!!! Silkk You In Here, No Limit For Life, I Got This Seedy, I Got This, I Got The Hood On My Back Nigga, Walk Wit Me!

(Chrous) x3
Throw Yo Ragz in the air we back my nigga,
I can smell a championship like shaq my nigga
You b**ches tried to stop me you hoes you can harm me
The new no limit is every street nigga army


Master P:

My pops told me fall off yo bike then you get back up
Represent yo hood nigga throw yo sh*t up.
You dotn snitch you go to jail dats the codes of the street
Nigga got a gun to yo head want you to talk man? put me to sleep!
Before i tell war stories or snitch on my homies
Testify in the court room man these niggas are phony.
What happened to old days when niggas died for honor,
I know some niggas in my hood a f**king tell on they mama.
I only roll with a chosen few a chosen crew,
Like bize, hotboy, drama, afficial, D's, and Hollelu.
You gotta respect the niggas that stayed solid.
Like corey, aljum v them niggas on records island.
Them niggas they aint gone that represent no limit,
Like long head paul hall me marlo and jimmy.
C murder doing it big and didn't do the crime,
Ya see my niggas don't snitch if they life on the line

(Chorus) x2



Afficial:

I never like the navy so i joined the army,
Been rockin my solder rags since they made atari.
Don't speak to b**ch niggas i don't like to get drawn
I got a eye problem can't see me f**king with yall.
I know i said it once dawg but now im saying it clearly,
If u wanna see a snitch b**ch look in the mirror.
No limit is the army we some soldiers til we die,
Pistol pete gimem the word you know im gone ride goodbye!


Pistol Pete:

I Enrolled In The Army i aint looked back since,
I was on the block long like tank shawn prince.
Use to hustle off the porch we aint have no fence,
Mask on no gloves they aint have no prints. Nigga!
I turn a slice of bread into a loaf,
We live death before dishonor ima stick to the oath
Its a fact the fiends want needles of smack,
Ima hustle until i got more diesel than shaq.

(Chorus x2)



Apollo:

Everybody listening so i put somethin in they ear,
They think p miller just somethin that i wear
Yeah see the connection we got,
Is real enough to come out the booth and make the best of the block.
So i stop when we got everything moving along,
U hear me speak more than once it's usually a song.
And even tho we in the playing field
They say Apollo And Carl wont kill u but a hater will.
My meal ticket just startin to cash in
Breathin key movin when i bail on my last win.
Everybody start from the bottom,
Til u find yaself chasin everything til u run into problems


Hallelu:

I got street credibility every hood they feeling me,
Heavy good deliveries while u tearing up christmas trees.
My hand religously beat down my enemies,
Peep how i injure these weak lames listen.
I speak flames and lyrically heat brains,
Im physically untamed you need a lil more help maine
Cause this 45 unlocked and aim my gun cock and bang
This sh*t is bad for your health maine.

(Chorus) x2

Master P:

I know yall street niggas out there can appreciate a nigga coming from the mother f**king hood and do somethin else, but yall young niggas that's taking the game and f**king it up, nigga i was hustlin before most of you mutha f**kas was in school, kids under me children (Chiren) glorifying getting shot, real niggas dodge bullets, banging on whacks, man niggas dying in the hood man been hiding money, mutha f**king the rap game f**king it up and the snitches f**king the dope game up maine we gone
Brang this sh*t back to reality tho ya heard me, don't make me take my belt off and whoop one of dez lil b**ches!