Twista - Artillery Lyrics
*featuring Todd NittyRestraint!Artilerry mother*****er, legit balling ***** but don't get it twistedAin't no hoes over hereYeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating *****esFrom K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the Wild HundredsThe war is on, and all my killers is ridingTodd Nitty, what you got for these hoes (click...clock...blast)[Todd Nitty]I got that 9 double M glock, with the infrared beam dotAiming at your knot, making your heart stopYelling out "***** Tha Po" who some call it 5-0Better look out for when they pull that kick doorNothing but gangstas, thats all who I hang withSlanging them thangs with, came up in the game withThe *****ing hood rats, because them some broke hoesMe get a rich ***** and stick her for her doughThe Manor in that K-Town, thats how we put it downLetting off fifty rounds, thats how our shit soundArtillery up the ass, scullies and ski masks9's and bubble masks, gunning at your assMother*****ing street thugs, legit ballersMoney and the power, moving that flourTaking no shorts and taking no lossesHauling niggas asses off in coffins with that..[hook]One, two, three, 45.'s,Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meterTen, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga [4x]A nigga riding with stealers, hustlers, killers all my lifeLegit Ballers *****, don't even try to ***** with us gangsta'sBecause we some mobstasYou come with that bullshit, then ***** I'll pop ya'See it's that nigga Todd Nitty, that be squeezing triggers like *****estittiesWho is it, the most left on nigga, they crept on nigga, with that teflon niggaAnd it went BLOW! BLOW! body bag that *****Sent his ass to the morgue with the rest of
