Текст (слова) песни: Twista f Todd Nitty - Artillery

 
Restraint! 
Artilerry motherfucker, legit balling bitch but don`t get it twisted 
Ain`t no hoes over here 
Yeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating bitches 
From K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the Wild Hundreds 
The war is on, and all my killers is riding 
Todd Nitty, what you got for these hoes (click...clock...blast) 
 
(Todd Nitty) 
I got that 9 double M glock, with the infrared beam dot 
Aiming at your knot, making your heart stop 
Yelling out "Fuck Tha Po" who some call it 5-0 
Better look out for when they pull that kick door 
Nothing but gangstas, thats all who I hang with 
Slanging them thangs with, came up in the game with 
The fucking hood rats, because them some broke hoes 
Me get a rich bitch and stick her for her dough 
The Manor in that K-Town, thats how we put it down 
Letting off fifty rounds, thats how our shit sound 
Artillery up the ass, scullies and ski masks 
9`s and bubble masks, gunning at your ass 
Motherfucking street thugs, legit ballers 
Money and the power, moving that flour 
Taking no shorts and taking no losses 
Hauling niggas asses off in coffins with that.. 
 
hook 
 
One, two, three, 45.`s, 
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter 
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga (4x) 
 
A nigga riding with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life 
Legit Ballers bitch, don`t even try to fuck with us gangsta`s 
Because we some mobstas 
You come with that bullshit, then pussy I`ll pop ya` 
See it`s that nigga Todd Nitty, that be squeezing triggers like bitches 
titties 
Who is it, the most left on nigga, they crept on nigga, with that teflon nigga 
And it went BLOW! BLOW! body bag that bitch 
Sent his ass to the morgue with the rest of them snitches 
I heat `em up like a motherfucking Newport 
Left his ass with more holes than a golf course 
What you thought boy, I`m from that 9th Ward 
Where them stories are true about them Manor boys 
How we leaving `em, bleedin` and crawling on the ground 
Like he`s a dead nigga now 
 
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I got that love for my nigga Twist, for aid and assistance 
He told me holsters, caught him up in some bullshit 
Don`t even trips though, I`m heading in your route 
Soon as I roll up, we puttin` they lights out 
Poppin` a clip in, with one in the chamber 
 
(Twista) 
Finna` ride on a stranger, put the hoes life in danger 
 
(Todd Nitty) 
Started letting off hollows, straight through they car door 
 
(Twista) 
I`m a G from Chicago, pull the game weightless where I go 
 
(Todd Nitty) 
Bustin` pistols with laser injects, putting holes in they Avarex 
 
(Twista) 
Going straight through your tailored vests, now it`s you or your neighbor next 
 
(Todd Nitty) 
Now we got your boy tied up, to the hideout we ride up 
 
(Twista) 
They gonna show us the stash-pot, with the little handles side up 
 
(Todd Nitty) 
Took the money and lello, and thats hwo the day goes 
 
(Twista) 
Get the bankroll, gotta gank hoes, and I got the 44. 
Time to leave finna` go 
Hit `em with that... 
 
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