Artist: Timbo King f/ Young Brooklyn Album: 56 Platoon, Vol. 1 Song: Artillary Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Young Brooklyn] I just stepped in (It's Gutter Muzik) I just exit, it's Gutter Muzik, nigga My nigga Gutter, my nigga P 56 baby, check it [Young Brooklyn] Yo, I'ma roll that shit, I'ma light that shit I'ma smoke that shit, and I ain't never gon' pass it Yo, I'm gon' roll that shit, I'm gon' light that shit I'ma smoke that shit, and I ain't never gon' pass it We smoke berries like we in Hawaii, I done told you Now it's 'bout time, that I show you How we blaze haze in the big truck, the CLKs Why these dudes playin' games in these last days? Fuck that, boy, just pass that haze 'Fore I pass 'round ya way, and blast my K's And you won't survive, another motherfuckin' day All ya brother and ya mother will pray Yo, check the clock, it's a quarter to eight I'm sittin' in a corner to eight You food if you'se a goner on my plate Brooklyn, out of town, out of state Bullets'll swarm, the informer, soon as he hits the gate (Gate bubble) Fuck that shit, yeah (Bo King, B.V.I.) We gon' roll that shit, and ain't gon' never pass that shit (Live niggaz, real live) Aiyo, I slap niggaz many ways, throw my hoodie on Blaze an L of purple haze, you out of time in these last days My eyes stay open like the dollar bill Five cents to five mil, you tell me how real is real? Fuck kingdom is fuckin' fucked up, who cares? We all hungry, don't share, so watch yo' step in here And you best beware, that that vest get teared So rock a helmet too, niggaz, I'm tellin' you It's the operation, attack and rush like Maximus Gettin' smacked to dust when my cannons bust Want more cheese than cameras, takin' pictures Slap the face of bitches, one head and two faces My crew laces, 56, never do aces Uh, yeah, B.V.I., Bo King on the track, nigga (B.V.I., look live) Y.B.K., boy, yeah, that's how we doin' it [Timbo King] Yeah, the family, Bo, Brook, Gutter, Self City, Fuzz, yeah Angel of light, Jesus, rebel of rage I was born inside Sin City, valley of strays Hand-hustlin', we get paid, a thousand ways Major League fitted, black greys, blood on my pays So the fam cursed, why deceivers wanna stunt my growth? Hopes and dreams is flooded by coke, from John Pope Let us feast, I pray to God, my goal to keep If I, get high before you snake, I'm lettin' off the .38 The pearl handle, Pearly Gates, for goodness sake Ain't no hood is safe, ain't no hood is safe Death on the corner, little shorty left on the corner D's harass, OG's squeeze and blast Dearly beloved, you love it, we thug it B.V.I., live rap, yeah Bo, Brook, Self, Gutter, City, 56, F.T. Knox.. (ya hear that?)