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Verse 1
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)
Verse 2
a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like
a pro in the game
Verse 3
ya ordered it
Gb
Ebm
Bullet find a home in ya arteries,
pardon me
But them niggas won't touch not a part of me,
bet on it
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 Beretta
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
gonna need a chopper
you gon' need a doctor
Why? Because
Verse 4
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I- I- I got
army guns)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I- I- I- I got
army guns)
Verse 5
Ebm
Gb
Ebm
Now ya know I play it like
a pro in the game
a pro in the game
Verse 6
up if they rattin'
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
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
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
Ebm
Gb
Ebm
We can do it in the streets and
throw a gangsta party nigga
Verse 7
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I- I- I- I got
army guns)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I- I- I- I- I got
army guns)
Verse 8
a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like
a pro in the game
Verse 9
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
you are just a centerfold
And less Kenneth Cole,
niggas seem plenty bold
Gb
Ebm
Pull that bitch out, alright don't
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
like wit' the smack
ya and that's a fact
Gb
Bb
And I ain't never killed no one, jack
bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
Verse 10
(I got army guns)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I- I- I got
army guns)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I- I- I- I got
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I- I- I- I- I got
army guns)
Verse 11
Ebm
Gb
Ebm
Now ya know I play it like
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