Army (Nipsey Hussle feat June Summers and JayRoc)-Various Artists

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) 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 ni**a I'm cold with it In the bricks with my 'G'-double 'O'-'N's Mack 10 loaded i'm 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 niggas 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**ch niggas hating Look, our city never quite soff The recipes of Ricky Ross Couple of niggas rolled, but most just took a loss While the real bosses passed bills in city hall Legislate the law for the niggas 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 Look, my niggas crooked though it seems My every single thoughts caught up in collectin' cream, a made ni**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**ches blow me kisses Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches From Crenshaw to 1-2-5 and do or die Rollin' with niggas 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 b******t let's get back to money makin' Tell them bustas that I rolled on controllin' a house My sh*t's so wicked when I flip niggas closin' they mouthh Them cocoa brothers, Buckshout the beady eyed thug Greg Nice, LS, Asu, sure show a ni**a love Outlaw! Hookman for Hire