Nelly

It's the Army, pardon me, y'all been waiting years. Every time dust, you fucking with the Army. Beat the skull to shit with a wet bag Of oranges. Yo, they love the way I pen A chant under a tinted lamp. Hear my voice blast from a vintage amp. I kill the reciters of lies. Get burned by the fire from the light in My eyes. It's Comachi, possessed by the Pharaoh Ways. Underground like where the dead bone marrow Stays. The spot where you breathe is where the Arrow lays. A sideways death or a narrow grave. My shit hit hard like an arrow raid. We blow up, ain't no need for a barricade. They looking for good luck like a barrel of Jade. They looking so stuck when the barrel is Sprayed. Since the five perfect exertions, they Waited afraid. The Devil card from the tarot on The table is laid. Pussy. Fall back, fold up. Rappers is so tough, until the Army roll up Banging that cold crush. We send shots through your vest and leave your Soul touched. Lock and load up, post up, Toast up. Fall back, fold up. Rappers is so tough, until the Army roll up Banging that cold crush. We send shots through your vest and leave your Soul touched. Lock and load up, post up, Toast Hey, my vocal do. Game is hard to see, them local crews, only The chosen few can rock with the most explosive Crew, but not you. Jealous ones, they envy us 'cause we spitting venomous 'til books remember us. Hellfire embedded in us, plus sins condemning us. It's just what I write, ignite cop killers and Predators. A beat like this, best believe I can't Ignore it. Spitting metaphoric 'til the chosen child Is aborted. When my minds are open fourth and Knock you out your high horses. Deal with high sources 'til the meal is five Courses. The flames is high when my brain and The train collide. Under much-needed chains of time, The game is mine. run strength through the niggas That be hating my peers. But it's the Army, pardon me, y'all been waiting For years. From a small block hip-hop busting my Tool. King-sized dope shit. What can I say, man? It's nothing new. Fall back, fold up. Rappers is so tough, until the Army roll up Banging that cold crush. We send shots through your vest and leave your Soul touched. Lock and load up, post up, Toast up. Fall back, fold up. Rappers is so tough, until the Army roll up Banging that cold crush. We send shots through your vest and leave your Soul touched. Lock and load up, post up.