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