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Текст песни TRU (Afficial, Halleluyah, Master P) - Street Army

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[Master P]T-R-USilkk, you in here?No Limit 4 LifeI got this, see thisI got the hood on my back niggaWalk with me[Chorus - repeat 4X]Throw your rags in the air, we back my niggaI can smell a championship like Shaq, my niggaYou bitches try to stop us, You hoes, you can`t harm meThe New No Limit is every street nigga army[Master P]My pops told me "Fall off your bike, then you get back up"Represent your hood, nigga throw your shit upYou don`t snitch, you go to jail, thats the codes of the streetThey got a gun to your head, want chu to talk, man put me to sleepBefore I tell war stories, or snitch on my homiesTestify in the court room, man these niggaz are phonyWhat happened to old days? Nigga die for ironI know some niggaz in my hood that`d fucking tell on they mamaI only roll with a chosen few, a chosen crewLike Boz, Hot Boy, Drumma, Afficial, Diesel, and HalleluYou gotta respect the niggaz that stay silentLike Corey, El and Vee, my niggaz on Rikers IslandThem niggaz that ain`t gonna represent No LimitLike Longhead, Paul Hall, Meat, Marlo, and JimmyC-Murder doin a bid and didn`t do the crimeYou see my niggaz don`t snitch if they life on the line[Chorus][S-Flames]Ay lookI never liked the navy so I joined the armyBeen rocking my soulja rag since they made atariWon`t speak to bitch niggaz, don`t like it to drawI got an eye problem, can`t see me fucking with cha`llI know I said it once dawg before but now I`m sayin it clearerIf you wanna see a snitch bitch, look in the mirrorNo Limit is the army, We some soldiers til we diePistol Pete give me the word, you know I`m gonna ride goodbye[Desperado]I enrolled in the army, I ain`t looked back sinceI was on the block long like ten sharp printsUsed to hustle off the porch, we ain`t have no fenceMask on, no gloves, they ain`t have no printsNigga I turn a slice of bread into a loafWe live death before dishonor, I`ma stick to the oathIt`s a fact, the fiends want needles and smackI`ma hustle until I got more diesel than Shaq[Chorus][Yukon]Errbody listenin so I put something in they earThey think P Millers just something that I wearYeah, its the connection that we gotThats real enough for us to come out the boothAnd make it best to the blockSo why stop when we got everything move along?Hear me speak more than once, its usually a songAnd eventhough we in the playing fieldThey say a ball or car won`t kill you but a hater willMy meal ticket just starting to cash inBreathin, keep moving when I`m on my last windEverybody start from the bottomTil you find yourself chasing everything til you run into problems[Halleluyah]I got street credibility, every hood, they feelin meEvery good deliveries white tan, them christmas treesI right hand religiously beat down my enemiesPeep how I end it these weak lames listenI speak flames and lyrically heat brainsI`m physically untameYou need a little more help mayneCause this 45 unlocked and aimedMy gun cocked and bangedThis shit is bad for your health mayne[Chorus][Master P]I know y`all street niggaz out thereAppreciate a nigga coming from the motherfucking hoodAnd doing something elseBut y`all young niggaz thats taking the game and fucking it upNigga I was out there hustling before most of y`all motherfuckers was in school ya heardKids under me, churn, glorifying getting shot, Real niggaz dodge bulletsBanging on wax, Man niggaz down in the hood behind moneyMotherfucking the rap game, fucking it upthen the snitches fucking up the dope gameWe gonna bring the shit back to reality though, ya heard meDon`t make me pull my belt off and whip one of these little bitches

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