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tru - 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 n-gg-, walk wit me!

(chrous) x3
throw yo ragz in the air we back my n-gg-,
i can smell a championship like shaq my n-gg-
you b-tches tried to stop me you hoes you can harm me
the new no limit is every street n-gg- army

master p:

my pops told me fall off yo bike then you get back up
represent yo hood n-gg- throw yo sh-t up.
you dotn snitch you go to jail dats the codes of the street
n-gg- 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 n-gg-s are phony.
what happened to old days when n-gg-s died for honor,
i know some n-gg-s in my hood a f-cking 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 n-gg-s that stayed solid.
like corey, aljum v them n-gg-s on records island.
them n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s 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-tch n-gg-s i don’t like to get drawn
i got a eye problem can’t see me f-cking with yall.
i know i said it once dawg but now im saying it clearly,
if u wanna see a snitch b-tch 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. n-gg-!
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 c-ck and bang
this sh-t is bad for your health maine.

(chorus) x2

master p:

i know yall street n-gg-s out there can appreciate a n-gg- coming from the mother f-cking hood and do somethin else, but yall young n-gg-s that’s taking the game and f-cking it up, n-gg- i was hustlin before most of you m-th- f-ckas was in school, kids under me children (chiren) glorifying getting shot, real n-gg-s dodge bullets, banging on whacks, man n-gg-s dying in the hood man been hiding money, m-th- f-cking the rap game f-cking it up and the snitches f-cking 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-tches!

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