Army All By Myself - June Summers, 2Pac, Nipsey Hussle

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 nigga 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 niggas pretend

Forget about your ass, when you hit that penn

Jay Rock and Nipsey, yeah we out to win

Red and blue make green, bitch niggas hating

Look, our city never quite shook off

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 nigga

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 bitches 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 bullshit let’s get back to money makin'

Tell them bustas that I rolled on controllin' a house

My shit’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 nigga love Outlaw!