DJ Nasty - Army Gunz lyrics

[Refrain] Yeah yeah yeah, I got army guns Yeah yeah yeah, I-I-I got army guns Yeah yeah yeah, I-I-I-I got army guns Yeah yeah yeah, I-I-I-I-I got army guns Now you know I play it like a pro in the game Now you know I play it like a pro in the game [Verse 1] Okay, I'm out here, you n***as done started it, you ordered it Bullet find a home in ya arteries, pardon me But them n***as won't touch not a part, of me bet on it Them n***as belong in a sorority, ain't that a b**h Burn they bodies up for the authorities, no evidence You gone stop f**in' with them warriors from New Orleans And, I really think that it'd be better if I just hit your block with that beretta and hop out and let her rip Let her bang, let her bust, etcetera, etcetera You n***as is scared of the, southern part of America Here it come, got a gun, never come without one n***as wanna ball, so I guess I gotta bounce 'em Smokin' on an ounce of that sh** from the mountains People say I need to stop, no I need a counselor And 'round here you are gonna need a chopper And I'mma need a lawyer, and you gon' need a doctor (Why? Because...) [Refrain] [Verse 2] Get at em we hit 'em up if they rattin' n***as ain't f**in' with the boy them n***as softer than satin I'm feeling awfully aggy, yes I walk with the maggy I tell him park in a alley, and leave 'em parked in the alley n***as talking about me, but they ain't talking it at me Cause if they talkin' it at me, then I'm just talking to caskets All that talking is p**y b**h you better make ya words strong Cause the sh** gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul Make a real n***a bring it back to '92 dog Bring his a** to the river drop the fool off Hope he can swim with them concrete shoes on I got the gun right beside me who don't Got beef homie I was just getting hungry When you come b**h you better bring an army We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party n***a (Why? Because...) [Refrain] [Verse 3] Thirty shots in the clip, n***a let's trip Line 'em up, put 'em down on the guest list These n***as 'bout to make me go Rambo I'mma take the sh** as far as it can go War is the answer if ya questioning the general Snap shots at you baby you are just a centerfold And less cynical, n***as seem plenty bold Pull that b**h out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole Them n***as hoes, really doe I would swing down there with any O, Forty-Fo' and let 'em go Let 'em know, that I ain't never been sweet and won't be Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me Make a n***a have to come back like with the smack Thomas b**h I promise I'll k** ya and that's a fact And I ain't never k**ed no one jack But I'm honest b**h I promise I'll k** ya and that's a fact [Refrain]