Army Boy No Watch Me Yooooouuuuu Crank Army Boy No Watch Me Yooooouuuuu Crank Army Boy No Watch Me Yooooouuuuu Crank Army Boy [x2] [Verse 1:] Army Boy
another kid I wanna do it til my face falls off Til my tongue's so numb that the taste fall off I do blow And boy I do it viciously Lie to my face
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age
since New Orleans I've been comin' through Queens Coppin' weed and crazy blunts Word is, Curtis rats and they ain't seen you once Diamoned up Back with Bad Boy
a kid offended mine, you ain't a friend of mine so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy Hot shit will burn and blister you boy We manifest through tape decks
runnin' it With the hatchet on the back While other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and similac We say fuck that, matter of fact You tainted our style bitch boy
-Fella label baby fuck them other labels baby And we been duckin shots from all them haters lately We gettin paper baby, them others tryin to keep up
Rocafella's the army kid Your digits ain't rising fam, it's like you're lactose and tolerant We got fridges for the Taliban load attire man Betta keep
I was born there, pa I don't gotta write bars, you niggaz see my scars? An' you know my story I'm more for the war, I'm 'bout guts an' glory Them other
] I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the compton funk Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck For poppin' that
your ass girl, shake your thing girl) (Shake your ass girl, shake your thing girl) [ODB] You ain't tenderising me down with your sob story I got you under control from army to mob boy
those lawless avenues Silent Joe went down so bad He was the strongest fighter the avenues had Stabbed in the chest he went down swinging Someone from some other
don't see eye to eye on a Number of things, he'll take a guy like me and put him in the army 'Cause the Queen's own army makes a man of you But he doesn
a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Boy, that's what is scary) It's OPP, time other people's what
UNDER FIRE BACK HOME DADDY?S LITTLE BOY?S PLAYIN? WITH AN ARMY TOY WONDER WHO HE ADMIRES RIGHT THERE AT THAT VERY SAME TIME EACH ONE IS ON THE OTHERS
[king tee] Yes yes y'all, it's not a secret no more The king b-boy tee has been washed ashore And I'm back I'm here to say if I'm a king then I should
'en any aces down there in between your knees. And don't make any of them funny signs like your trying to tip off your hand Just talk in American, boy
ass man, you want a C.I.D. Filthy rich on the floor, fuck V.I.P. Got my hand on my gripe, other hand on my waist 2 steppin to the beat, I chunked my set
