Birdman - Army Gunz lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah (I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (III got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (IIII got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (IIIII got army gunz)
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game

Okay I'm out 'chea you niggas done
Started it ya ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries pardon me
But them niggas won't touch not a
Part of me bet on it
Them niggas belong in a sorority
Ain't that a bitch burn they bodies up for
The authorities no evidence
You gon' stop fuckin' wit' them
Warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit ya block wit that baretta
And hop out and let her rip
Let her bang let her bust etcetera etcetera
You niggas is scared of the
Southern part of America
Here it come got her done
Never caught without one
Niggas wanna ball so I guess
I gotta bounce 'em
Smokin' on a ounce of that
Shit from the mountains
People say I need to stop
No I need a counselor
And down here you are gonna need a chopper
And I'ma need a lawyer and
You gon' need a doctor why? Because

Get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin'
Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' the boy
Them niggas softer than satin
I'm feelin' awfully aggy yes I
Walk wit' the maggy
I tell him park in a alley and
Leave 'em parked in the alley
Niggas talkin' about me but they
Ain't talkin' it at me
'Cause if they talkin' it at me
Then I'm just talkin' to caskets
All that talkin' is pussy bitch you
Better make ya words strong
'Cause the shit gettin' chiseled
On ya tombstone
What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul
Make a real nigga bring it back to '92 dog
Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim wit' them concrete shoes on
I got the gun right beside me who don't?
Got beef homie I was just gettin' hungry
When you come bitch you better bring a army
We can do it in the streets
And throw a gansgta party nigga why? Because

Thirty shots in the clip niggas let's trip
Line 'em up put 'em down on the guest list
These niggas 'bout to make me go Rambo
I'ma take the shit as far as it can go
War is the answer if
Ya questionin' the general
Snap shots at'cha baby you
Are just a centerfold
And less Kenneth Cole niggas seem plenty bold
Pull that bitch out alright don't make
Me get my fishin' pole
Them niggas hoes really doe
I would swing down there wit' 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 nigga have to come
Back like wit' the smack
Thomas bitch I promise I'll kill
Ya and that's a fact
And I ain't never killed no one jack
But I'm honest bitch I promise I'll
Kill ya and that's a fact why? Because