"Artillery" lyrics
Pakman Jitt & Foolio Lyrics
We ain't making no new friends them niggaz turn to opps
These niggaz think it's sweet we keep choppas on the block
I'm aiming at yo top hit them niggaz up like Pac (Like Pak)
Yo dome gone get popped soon as I get the drop
Roll with nothing but hittas can't hang with me if you ain't no killa
100 rounds off in this sprinter leave ya body cold as winter
Nigga bet not play with us we gone cook that boy for dinner
Put a hollow in his temple we don't beef on Twitter (gone)
Just got my feet wet I'll give his ass a heat check
Trying to lay on me I'll leave yo brains right where you creep at
For a 10 piece them killers will be right where you sleep at
I'm with same gang you done switched up 3 sets
Gang shit no lame shit me and my niggaz reckless
I'll shoot ya arm off teaching for my necklace
I ain't talking Martin when I tell my niggaz get to stepping
I'm talking pulling up on yo block with them 5 point sevens
OCBE best believe we keep Artillery
We just trying to get rich and duck the penitentiary
But if these pussies play we gone bomb em like Hilary
Now he on channel 40 a unsolved mystery (unsolved Mystery)
Like a pair of tennis shoes you know we steppin
I just stomped a nigga in my new Giuseppe's
Dracos 40cals them be my weapons
I just robbed yo favorite plug he was flexing (he sweet)
Jumped up off the porch and got a 30
Shooting up on oops they call me curry (splash)
And my Glock I named it mud cause it's dirty
And it got 10 bodies on it that's for certain
If they want smoke we got that cancer we want pressure
Big 6 from the bricks a real stepper
All these wars I been in I need a medal
He tried to run up on the 6 you know I wet em
OCBE best believe we keep Artillery
We just trying to get rich and duck the penitentiary
But if these pussies play we gone bomb em like Hilary
Now he on channel 40 a unsolved mystery (unsolved Mystery)
These niggaz think it's sweet we keep choppas on the block
I'm aiming at yo top hit them niggaz up like Pac (Like Pak)
Yo dome gone get popped soon as I get the drop
Roll with nothing but hittas can't hang with me if you ain't no killa
100 rounds off in this sprinter leave ya body cold as winter
Nigga bet not play with us we gone cook that boy for dinner
Put a hollow in his temple we don't beef on Twitter (gone)
Just got my feet wet I'll give his ass a heat check
Trying to lay on me I'll leave yo brains right where you creep at
For a 10 piece them killers will be right where you sleep at
I'm with same gang you done switched up 3 sets
Gang shit no lame shit me and my niggaz reckless
I'll shoot ya arm off teaching for my necklace
I ain't talking Martin when I tell my niggaz get to stepping
I'm talking pulling up on yo block with them 5 point sevens
OCBE best believe we keep Artillery
We just trying to get rich and duck the penitentiary
But if these pussies play we gone bomb em like Hilary
Now he on channel 40 a unsolved mystery (unsolved Mystery)
Like a pair of tennis shoes you know we steppin
I just stomped a nigga in my new Giuseppe's
Dracos 40cals them be my weapons
I just robbed yo favorite plug he was flexing (he sweet)
Jumped up off the porch and got a 30
Shooting up on oops they call me curry (splash)
And my Glock I named it mud cause it's dirty
And it got 10 bodies on it that's for certain
If they want smoke we got that cancer we want pressure
Big 6 from the bricks a real stepper
All these wars I been in I need a medal
He tried to run up on the 6 you know I wet em
OCBE best believe we keep Artillery
We just trying to get rich and duck the penitentiary
But if these pussies play we gone bomb em like Hilary
Now he on channel 40 a unsolved mystery (unsolved Mystery)
