Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Artillery, artist - Ghetts. Date of issue: 10.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Artillery |
| Ar, Ar, Artillery |
| So it’s hard to get rid of me |
| Niggas say I’m a marked man but they ain’t marking me physically |
| I’m a pace setter so I’m starting it instantly |
| Ar, Ar, Artillery |
| Ar, Ar, Artillery |
| Ar, Ar, Artillery |
| So it’s hard to get rid of me |
| Militant man with a brilliant plan |
| I might play the innocent hand |
| That’s a William scam, but not only William can |
| Pull it off, I can pull off a trillion fam |
| No fluke, no incident, don’t you ever think the only killer is Cam |
| I’m sicker with a stick than Sam |
| When he’s chasing a buddy letting off a shotgun |
| There goes another hot one |
| It’s curry woah, you better hurry home |
| Dumb-dumb sit in dummies bones |
| Unlucky homes, I’m old school like a runny nose |
| Strap on the stage when I spit |
| But I don’t need that to duppy shows |
| And I’m nobody’s hubby so |
| If you see me with a slutty hoe |
| You know it’s a quick one like 'come we go' |
| Back to the war |
| So many enemies on my case that I can’t relax anymore |
| They’re all talking nobody’s telling me to my face |
| Maybe 'cause I’m carrying a sword |
| Deadman walking the cemetery awaits |
| I’m engaged to my gun so I’m marrying a whore |
| Non-stop letting off when I draw |
| Black bags outside like a charity store |
| But there ain’t no clothes in 'em |
| Just bodies with holes in 'em |
| 1, 2, 3, loads of them |
| 4, 5, 6, casket closed for them |
| 7, 8, 9, let me reload again, I’m stone cold |
| My face ain’t got no emotion and |
| My foes know when I comes to the beef I’m sub-zero |
| 'Cause they’re on a frozen ting |
| Hands in the air when the mandem appear |
| Sometimes I wake up like damn my career |
| I’m a Scorcher its a ransom affair |
| There ain’t a man that I fear |
| 'CauseI can make a man disappear |
| For a grand, be aware |
| There’s man that would do that gladly |
| Keep going on like you don’t actually care |
| And I swear they’ll have your whole family scared |
| You’ll see the insanity clear |
| Picture that like a gallery queer |
| Foresee the future |
| Or see the shooter |
| Surely remove ya |
| Brain out the back of your head |
| For feeling super |
| Like nuttin' can’t dent Clark Kent |
| Well I’ll be the type to attempt |
| I’m Lex Luther, I’ll step to ya |
| World domination, get used to |
| The fact that I’m back and I’mma let loose |
| An atomic bomb the size of St. Lucia |
| Wait that’s an exaggeration |
| But when it comes to my gun it’s masturbation |
| Its bussing and if you don’t know |
| I’ll fill a nigga in like an application |
| This ain’t American X |
| But it’s teeth on the curb, now smack the pavement |
| I’m going on like I can’t wait to die |
| Yeah well, I never had any patience |
| Man’ll be waiting outside in the car |
| Niggas outside of ya yard |
| I got man parallel, diagonal and adjacent |
| All angles |
| And I got tricks up my sleeve like big Paul Daniels |
| I don’t give a shit how many niggas you’re with, prick |
| They’re all candles |
| I’ll light 'em up like a lighter does |
| Your defence ain’t saying one |
| Call Campbell, and Rio Ferdinand |
| But don’t think that G won’t murder man |
| I’m like fam this ain’t an act it’s all actual |
| Shit that I’ve done, shit that I did |
| Shit that I’m gonna do, shit that I think |
| Some man are putting it on it’s not at all natural |
| Stop all the bad boy poses |
| None of you are bad boys, bad boys know this |
| You can put a scar on your face and base in your voices |
| But we know you’re still moist, bitch |
| Beef I’d rather avoid it, its pointless, but I’ve been poisoned |
| By the manor I’ve been living in |
| Man are on the killing ting like we live where the oil is |
| My blood’s boiling |
| Man wanna wet me up but I’ve already been anointed |
| So my only choice is: |
| Is take this shit like a toilet |
| Or go hard like a coin is |
| So now I’m in deep like oysters |
| I’m looking at certain man (What) |
| And I can see what the 'roids did |
| But I’m not gonna take that route |
| Skinny nigga with an 8-pack, how? |
| (How?) |
| Head to knees then lay back down |
| 150 times a day |
| It’s hard to maintain that, wow |
| Pump up, tone up, weights in a gym |
| Gun buck a doughnut straight in the chin |
| Dumb fucks, roll up, waving a ting |
| One buss, hold up, blaze in the wind |
| Never hit anyone or anything |
| Never hit anything or anyone |
| Ok check 1, 2 gun to the head (Bang) |
| Payback’s a bitch (Bang) |
| I ain’t one to forget (Bang) |
| So I’ll spray that and split |
| When forensics got to the scene and saw the wounds |
| They said «It must be a tech» |
| Yeah, must be a tech |
| Names G-H and I’m fucked in the head |