Artillery

[Verse 1]
Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list
The AK-47 that just won't quit
The sound of the enemy when I spit
Kalashnikov with the foreign grip
When I'm in the zone I just don't slip
Pray to my family before I start to trip
With the AR-15, pussy I spit clean
Don't miss, split your shit then I split the scene and walk clean with the Glock 17
Frame murder on the cops, still got the beams
When I get my props I pop these fiends
Parabellum with the shoulder stock Glock 18
And the Smith and Wesson no doubt teach you lesson with the .38 caliber, 357
The dissection, none alive in my section

[Chorus]
The man with the gun or gun with the man
It ain't in your heart to run so come make a stand
Is the weapon in your heart? Is the weapon in your hand?
If the two of you should part, you'll still have a plan
The man with the gun or gun with the man
It ain't in your heart to run so come make a stand
Is the weapon in your heart? Is the weapon in your hand?
If the two of you should part, you'll still have a plan

[Verse 2]
Maybe you a goner but at least you did shit
And when you in nirvana, you can say I lived it
I'm smokin' marijuana as I start to fidget
Should I hit him with a bomber or just a midget?
I drop the AK as you start to pray
And then to your surprise I reach for the blade
Look you in the eyes as you start to fade
From your expression I surmise that you just a fake
I stick you in the chest with a buck knife
Hit you in between the ribs, make sure you stuck right
Been evil since a kid so bitch it's fuck life
I was made to do this shit, no need for me to fight
My genetic code is a warrior's one
I need bodies to corrode to be victorious, son
My DNA strands into tyrant demons
So I'm really bustin' off shots while I'm bustin' off semen

[Chorus]
The man with the gun or gun with the man
It ain't in your heart to run so come make a stand
Is the weapon in your heart? Is the weapon in your hand?
If the two of you should part, you'll still have a plan
The man with the gun or gun with the man
It ain't in your heart to run so come make a stand
Is the weapon in your heart? Is the weapon in your hand?
If the two of you should part, you'll still have a plan

[Verse 3]
Load and lock then I hit the block
I never leave home without the Glock
Or the .45 chrome with a kick on top
My bullets find a home every time they shot
When I'm in the zone my pistol pops
Keep squeezing on the trigger 'til it clicks and stops
Tipsy on the liquor, still ditch the cops
Throw the biscuit in the river, still get these props
When I see you stare, my mind's aggression
Thinking I don't care if you got a weapon
I'ma draw first just like a western and put you in a hearse with no discretion
Murder is my word, never learned my lesson
Come get what you deserve, now choose your weapon
However you want it yo, you can get it
If you wanna die with honor, make your pistol spit it