Street Army

(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 niggas are phony

What happened to old days? Nigga die for iron

I know some niggas 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 niggas that stay silent

Like Corey, El and Vee, my niggas on Rikers Island

Them niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas, 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 niggas out there

Appreciate a nigga coming from the motherfucking hood

And doing something else

But y'all young niggas 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 niggas dodge bullets

Banging on wax, Man niggas 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