"Army Base" lyrics
(COUPE)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
'Posed been dead if you let them tell it, I ain't scared, bitch, I'm ready (I ain't scared)
Chop shit up like I got a machete, hit his block, these niggas scary
I don't do no tit-for-tat (no), pull up shootin' shit like Rick Barry
I'm a real active member, I won't testify (no)
Niggas actin' like they spinners, know they is a liar
For every tear I cried, a nigga died, mixed emotions with the fire
Foreign like a army base, heavy artillery and BP rounds
Slide out, we call 'em tanks
Pack shit to the wall, we have him slide down like he heard Sada Baby
Went from M&M's to and I came from nothin', bitch, I'm the Black Slim Shady
Never thought the one I love would sit right there and just betray me
Won't die from no opp, gotta watch my man 'cause this shit here get shiest
Won't argue with no bitch 'cause type to block her while that lil' ho typin'
We slide minivans and sprinter vans, we upgraded our strikers (skrr)
We the reason niggas get shit bagged and walk around with diapers (shit bagged)
Demon seed, but I still talk to God, nigga, I thank the Bible
Yeah, yeah
'Posed been dead if you let them tell it (what the fuck?), I ain't scared, bitch I'm ready
Chop shit up like I got a machete, hit his block, these niggas scary
I don't do no tit-for-tat, pull up shootin' shit like Rick Barry
I'm a real active member, I won't testify
Niggas actin' like they spinners, know they is a liar
For every tear I cried, a nigga died, mixed emotions with the fire
Foreign like a army base, heavy artillery and BP rounds
Nigga jumpin' dick to dick, uh, nigga jumpin' clique to clique (damn)
That shit there don't make no sense, hope them niggas die together (get 'em)
Two for one, we caught that bitch down bad, we call that shit a special
They done freed my favorite opp, bet that bitch boy meet the Beacons (for real)
Belt in the grass, snakes, you niggas play, you get the venom
Huh, the day you niggas play, cut off 2K and get to killin'
Just do that shit like Nike, he 'posed to check out, but didn't so we gotta send a sniper
Huh, badass JIT with a mask, call him Michael
Michael Myers, yeah
Yeah, yeah
'Posed been dead if you let them tell it (what the fuck?), I ain't scared, bitch I'm ready
Chop shit up like I got a machete, hit his block, these niggas scary
I don't do no tit-for-tat, pull up shootin' shit like Rick Barry
I'm a real active member, I won't testify
Niggas actin' like they spinners, know they is a liar
For every tear I cried, a nigga died, mixed emotions with the fire
Foreign like a army base, heavy artillery and BP rounds
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
'Posed been dead if you let them tell it, I ain't scared, bitch, I'm ready (I ain't scared)
Chop shit up like I got a machete, hit his block, these niggas scary
I don't do no tit-for-tat (no), pull up shootin' shit like Rick Barry
I'm a real active member, I won't testify (no)
Niggas actin' like they spinners, know they is a liar
For every tear I cried, a nigga died, mixed emotions with the fire
Foreign like a army base, heavy artillery and BP rounds
Slide out, we call 'em tanks
Pack shit to the wall, we have him slide down like he heard Sada Baby
Went from M&M's to and I came from nothin', bitch, I'm the Black Slim Shady
Never thought the one I love would sit right there and just betray me
Won't die from no opp, gotta watch my man 'cause this shit here get shiest
Won't argue with no bitch 'cause type to block her while that lil' ho typin'
We slide minivans and sprinter vans, we upgraded our strikers (skrr)
We the reason niggas get shit bagged and walk around with diapers (shit bagged)
Demon seed, but I still talk to God, nigga, I thank the Bible
Yeah, yeah
'Posed been dead if you let them tell it (what the fuck?), I ain't scared, bitch I'm ready
Chop shit up like I got a machete, hit his block, these niggas scary
I don't do no tit-for-tat, pull up shootin' shit like Rick Barry
I'm a real active member, I won't testify
Niggas actin' like they spinners, know they is a liar
For every tear I cried, a nigga died, mixed emotions with the fire
Foreign like a army base, heavy artillery and BP rounds
Nigga jumpin' dick to dick, uh, nigga jumpin' clique to clique (damn)
That shit there don't make no sense, hope them niggas die together (get 'em)
Two for one, we caught that bitch down bad, we call that shit a special
They done freed my favorite opp, bet that bitch boy meet the Beacons (for real)
Belt in the grass, snakes, you niggas play, you get the venom
Huh, the day you niggas play, cut off 2K and get to killin'
Just do that shit like Nike, he 'posed to check out, but didn't so we gotta send a sniper
Huh, badass JIT with a mask, call him Michael
Michael Myers, yeah
Yeah, yeah
'Posed been dead if you let them tell it (what the fuck?), I ain't scared, bitch I'm ready
Chop shit up like I got a machete, hit his block, these niggas scary
I don't do no tit-for-tat, pull up shootin' shit like Rick Barry
I'm a real active member, I won't testify
Niggas actin' like they spinners, know they is a liar
For every tear I cried, a nigga died, mixed emotions with the fire
Foreign like a army base, heavy artillery and BP rounds
Writer(s): Dilip Venkatesh, Edward Maclin Cooper Iii, Delquirsto Wilson
