Twista - Artillery

(feat. Todd Nitty)

Restraint!
Artilerry motherfker, legit balling b*tch but don't get it twisted
Ain't no hoes over here
Yeah, we got guns nigg*, aimed at all you hating girls
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 "fk 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 fking hood rats, because them some broke hoes
Me get a rich b*tch 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 s**t sound
Artillery up the ass, scullies and ski masks
9's and bubble masks, gunning at your ass
Motherfking street thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, moving that flour
Taking no shorts and taking no losses
Hauling off in coffins with that..

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One, two, three, 45.'s,
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigg* 4x

A nigg* riding with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life
Legit Ballers b*tch, don't even try to fk with us gangsta's
Because we some mobstas
You come with that bulls**t, then p*ssy I'll pop ya'
See it's that nigg* Todd Nitty, that be squeezing triggers like girls
t*ts
Who is it, the most left on nigg*, they crept on nigg*, with that teflon nigg*
And it went BLOW! BLOW! body bag that b*tch
Sent his as* to the morgue with the rest of them snitches
I heat 'em up like a motherfking Newport
Left his as* 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 nigg* now

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I got that love for my nigg* Twist, for aid and assistance
He told me holsters, caught him up in some bulls**t
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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