Street Army

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 nigg*, Walk Wit Me!

(Chrous) x3
Throw Yo Ragz in the air we back my nigg*,
i can smell a championship like shaq my nigg*
you girls tried to stop me you hoes you can harm me
the new no limit is every street nigg* army

Master P:

My pops told me fall off yo bike then you get back up
represent yo hood nigg* throw yo s**t up.
you dotn snitch you go to jail dats the codes of the street
nigg* 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 are phony.
what happened to old days when died for honor,
i know some in my hood a fking 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 that stayed solid.
like corey, aljum v them on records island.
them they aint gone that represent no limit,
like long head paul hall me marlo and jimmy.
c murder doing it big and didnt do the crime,
ya see my dont 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.
dont speak to b*tch i dont like to get drawn
i got a eye problem cant see me fking 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. nigg*!
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 its 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 s**t is bad for your health maine.

(Chorus) x2

Master P:

i know yall street out there can appreciate a nigg* coming from the mother fking hood and do somethin else, but yall young thats taking the game and fking it up, nigg* i was hustlin before most of you muth* fkas was in school, kids under me children (Chiren) glorifying getting shot, real dodge bullets, banging on whacks, man dying in the hood man been hiding money, muth* fking the rap game fking it up and the snitches fking the dope game up maine we gone
brang this s**t back to reality tho ya heard me, dont make me take my belt off and whoop one of dez lil girls!