Lyrics:
Cause I know that the east is for me
We're forming an army
Army of sons with a twirly
Identity and it's pearly
Do you know how a pearl is formed?
Like
I've got it made thats what I'm talking about
Going down to the fashion store and get myself fitted out
Going down to the dealers buy myself
and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out
Ratboy in the corner taking a leak against the wall
My heart is turning black inside
Stealing from the army shaking bells at the door
A hand in
chemistry been chemically unbalanced for fucking years
Had me smoking all this dope just to keep from drowning in tears that's real
Real is rare this day in
armies rising their fire won't harm ye
Just be sure your desire for war has a purpose
Blasting away is fun but the devils clout you must usurp this
And we
president of suckmeup.com
Nigga all I hold I rank
Nigga all you hold is
???
Move a nigga out the way
Like im sza let sang
Way they heads keep knocking Swear
song is my enemy, watch how I become it.
Cradled by mystery and make believe,
I am floating in the other night.
Children wish upon me,
This man
the outlook
Army how are you this hype to see me
He said fuck a case if i go in imma come out like Gucci
I said do you need a character witness you should use
won't defeat me.
You had best beware when you come to meet me.
Love and truth will follow me,
An army of reality,
Brought from every corner
school I was an under-achiever
Made haters believers, or beliebers, look at me sir
Went from nobodies to 20k for a feature
Eat your heart out used
this show".
Fire flew from their turrets as they struck a mighty blow.
The Army marched across the sands and they made an evil hiss.
Then a band
away, was around the time I made "Put It On Me"
So homie, stay from 'round here you ain't know, this is Rule here
I'm cockin' back, I got an idea
but all he ever raised was us
Dug a forty foot well struck thirty-six gallons of dust
Salvation Army give us clothes to wear
A man from the county
to hart, and his trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made
They voted club the days commander
Gave him an army face
Following this trail of blood
These marching feet will never stop
This circle we've been walking in
Is leaving us with purple skin
1 2 3 4
Into
she and her young man, they both moved out there
I sure hope they write, just to let us know
And me, I'm getting stronger by the minute
My wife's
to the homeboy that freaked the head dome
The army wants me to drop my microphone
Gotta be brief, no orders from a chief
Hot butter on what? Say what?
fast enough
As for woman
They don't last with just one man
But baby grand
Will stand by me
They say that no one's gonna play this on the radio
They said
signed us?
What if Oprah made them comments
Like Imus?
What if you designed this
Thought like I did?
Said it like this
What if Peyton was fighting
hittin gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight
leapin tall buildings in a single bounce feelin ceiling lights
hear me this if I go I better go in style
beaches club
Plus little rob is selling drugs all the time
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's
At night time there's more trife than ever
They feeling my style
Like pat down
Done with the army
I'm back now
My goals
Book shows
Venues, packed out
These hooks pacquaio
Verse from the kid
the precinct
And drop ten with the Glock-10
I made another cop spin
Now Uncle Sam really wants me
But I'ma hit some more spots, then I'm flyin' out
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