Jay Rock - Army All By Myself lyrics

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Jay Rock - Army All By Myself lyrics

[Hook: June Summers] I'm a army all by myself A soldier if nothing else An army (I ball) and I want it all (I want it all) Them O.G.s that brought us up Them young boys that's coming out The wars speak won't stop with the call (won't stop with the call) [Verse 1: Jay Rock] Look, I'm from the hood, won't never turn my back on it Got balls tryin' to make it with this rap homie And the boy get his hustle on Keep my 45, I don't need no muscle homes Got the heart of a hundred soldiers Got my town on my back, and it feels like a hundred boulders Now that's pressure, the boy never fold with it Serve you a dish, look n***a I'm cold with it In the bricks with my 'G'-double 'O'-'N's Mack 10 loaded im my 5-double 'O'-benz Ridin' on my enemies, got no time for friends All about business, got my eyes on ends Homies said they're your homies, some n***as pretend Forget about your a**, when you hit that penn Jay Rock and Nipsey, yeah we out to win Red and blue make green, b**h n***as hating [Hook] [Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le] Look, our city never quite shook off The recipes of Ricky Ross Couple of n***as rolled, but most just took a loss While the real bosses pa**ed bills in city hall Legislate the law for the n***as that cookin' raw The razor blades and rocks get cut on fine china My blocks economics like the beers [?] The black man's sacrificial land for the concept A land based on the false prospect of progress For instance [?] [Hook] [Verse 3: 2Pac] Look, my n***as crooked though it seems My every single thoughts caught up in collectin' cream, a made n***a Picture me dyin' in the blaze of gunfire Will not retire till I'm paid till I reach the pie When we ride we fly by b**hes blow me kisses n***as from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches From Crenshaw to 1-2-5 and do or die Rollin' with n***as from Long Beach to Long I I'm heartless now cause my heart froze Once I commence my show I rip apart foes Now I got one nation just a crooked compilation Just the inner bullsh** let's get back to money makin' Tell them bustas that I rolled on controllin' a house My sh**'s so wicked when I flip n***as closin' they mouthh Them cocoa brothers, Buckshout the beady eyed thug Greg Nice, LS, Asu, sure show a n***a love Outlaw!

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