[Verse 1:] Yo guess who's back the tall slim mack witth the smooth flow No need to speed so indeed I move slow Rippin' the track smooth mellow and laid
alone and shit my shadow is my army Why I need a nigga when I got my tool on me My little buddy got bullets like the army Military thoughts like I trained
need umbrellaz, kevlar and a whole lotta gun runnaz,u hot dawg niggaz, hide ya rellaz, ain't shit to tell us, I keep da army, and dey stayed armed, guess
Storm And use it so I can detach you from your legs and arms I'm the one who's reinventing the steel The one who took the art of rhyming, reinvented the
Man oh man, I just love Christmas it's just so darn neat. I kinda wish every day was Christmas, except Christmas eve and the Fourth of July. We wouldn
whatever I say Guess what you can bet it all I meant it (AYE) [Hook] Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check
clock, fell right the fuck to sleep Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man I guess it's just another one
is blinding to average sight Thousands came from miles around just to sit and watch the young man write sit and watch the young man write [HOOK] Phenomenal
to the days, when a brotha used to scrap, with hands And when it's over, gave eachother dap Aint no such thang as a one on one right? A one on one is
through your pajamas Turn your bellys to lasanga I'm startin' to get bored stretched out on the recliner You a little fish in the ocean and guess whos the Piranha (who
this for the army, I sing this for your children and for all who do not need me. "I'd like to tell my story," said one of them so bold, "Oh yes,
the bottom of the cut i give it to these bitch niggas like momma taught me one man with no weopon at war, but im an army my flow is capital attention
army brat (Atten-hut!) Seven months, class act I was racin' down the block As a matter of fact I could've been a track star (I guess I am) I stacked
them up first Make them say something different than what I put in this verse I got one foot in the door and you ain't never gonna stop me now I guess
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club) And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze
Micky said he heard my passion on the Hardway Wanted me to write a track for his dear brother that passed away His name was Richard one of the hardest man in our gate A family man
Yeah... sending this one out... to my man Killa B No doubt indeed... with that weed... know what I'm saying? That old real shit... [Prodigy] There's
one out.. to my man Killa B No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin? That old real shit.. [Prodigy] There's a war goin on outside, no man is