Day One
Killarmy Lyrics

No doubt, it's on its way (Starvin in here man)
The money (CREAM) is on its way, hold on and keep your head up.

Yo I'm my momma's only boy, I'm self-employed Make my CREAM on the streets, gotta carry heat Stickin up *niggaz*, just for a bite to eat Now I'm back on the rock where these thugs eat meat and they tryin to act righteous but they got T.B. Catch me in the day room on the big T.V. Channel B.E.T., be the G-O-D Now I gotta cut faces cuz they hatin me
I'm an independent guy who earns my money through illegal means, and I have to carry a gun to protect myself. I rob people who have food just so I can eat. I'm back in jail again, where hypocritical people pretend to be good but have bad TB. I spend most of my time in the day room watching B.E.T. I'm the man of the hour (G-O-D) and have to fight those that hate me.

Eh yo.. this is solitary I heard Big Ben be takin *nigga's* commisary Ya not worry, keep ya mind on ya money, ya money on ya mind Watch the blood *niggaz* tryin to take ya shine You wanna wine and dine while you suffer with swine Mankind is blind, I hold mines, some twin nines There's a thin line that's why our jail *niggaz* combine like landmines and these be the signs of the times
We are in solitary confinement and another inmate takes people's money. Focus on earning more money and be careful of people who try to bring you down. Don't try to enjoy life when you're eating bad food. Humans don't understand what's happening, but I know what I'm doing by carrying two guns. We have to stick together like landmines because things are tough in here.

(You my man, you my dunn, you my son since day one) My comrade my soldier, I'm the gun you the holster (I'm the trigga you the finger, I'm the hand you the banger) Most of all you my *nigga* (Day one) We the day and the night, the punch and the spike You the butcher I'm the knife, biggest story of our life (You're the foot I'm the boot, the soldier I salute and that's the truth, day one)
We've been friends and colleagues since day one. I'm the weapon and you're the carrier. I'm the trigger and you're the finger that pulls it. Above all, we're close friends (niggas) from the beginning. We complement each other like day and night, punch and spike, knife and butcher. Our friendship is special and true since day one.

Eh yo.. my mind flashed back to '86 First time playin with our *dicks*, who had the most hair and *shit* Tricks to bad chicks, fat *ass*, Jose sister with big *tits* Project kids, we legit, heavy set, Big Mo gave me the fat lip Ran to my big brother Kane, 'Yo, teach me how to flip these kids' Split ya wig in six I didn't cry, I just held my head high Yes I was shy, but still kinda fly Tellin mad lies, shed a tear when my baby pit died Mathematics kept me on the rise Moms and Pops fightin, beats had me writin Ready to kill without a license First time fallin in love, I was hikin 12 Years later, we still together
I reminisce about 1986 when we were playing with ourselves and comparing who had more hair. We would show off to attractive women with big butts, big tits, and looks. We were authentic kids, but when Big Mo beat me up, I ran to my big brother to learn how to fight. I beat up six kids without shedding a tear. I was shy but confident and would tell lies often, but cried when my dog died. I was good at math and used it to improve my situation. My parents would argue, so I would write songs to escape. I was ready to kill without any guilt, but then I fell in love while hiking. After 12 years, we're still together.

Forever.. We was kids back then, you was my only friend Playin cowboys and indians with coathangers Now the only thing I tuck in my coat, a chrome banger *Nigga* run that *shit*! I'm dealin with anger And my childhood didn't look too good Always misunderstood in my neighborhood Fightin pits in the courtyard, stealin kids gold cards Buildin club houses, smokin Philly cigars Run into the red store for a chico stick When it was cold outside my little nose'd drip Playin football in the snow, my little crush was on the sidelines Winkin her eye, and tryin to buy time Why did I ever, resort to crime? Because everything I wanted was so hard to find I'm confused and I'm losin my mind cuz the illusion But from day one I told myself we not losin Now I'm older, in the BM with 9th cruisin Knowledge, peace is the actions of all confusion
We were kids and you were my only friend, and we played with toy weapons made of coathangers. Now, I carry a gun in my coat, and rob people when I'm angry. My childhood wasn't great, and no one understood me. We would fight dogs, steal from others, and smoke cigars. I would run to the store for candy when it was cold outside. I had a crush who would watch me play football, but I didn't resort to crime because I coveted things that were hard to get. I'm confused and losing hope because everything seems fake. But from day one I've told myself we're not going to lose. Now I'm older and cruising in a BMW with 9th, and I realize that knowledge and peace will solve all problems.

Word up, word up son (Day one) Yea, no doubt, we been down, God YaknowImean? We gon' walk these dogs, kid You know? C'mon son (Make it better for our seeds) We done had biz and state bids YaknowImean, son? (Word up, you know the time, son?) Word up (Terrorist) Killarm' (Killarm', 2G) One love, two loves
We've been together since the beginning and we've been through a lot. We're going to be successful and make things better for our children. We have had business dealings and criminal charges over the years, but we're still together. We know what time it is, and we're ready for whatever comes our way. We're the Killer Army and we have each other's back.