[Chorus: Artillery (Germ)]

You don't wanna be no hussler, sometimes husslers starve

Gettin' money, we pray that we don't touch you god

(You don't wanna no gangsta, sometimes gangstas bleed)

(And one day you face the day when you're forced to squeeze)

See a nigga turn hussler, (then a hussler turn thug)

A thug turn gangsta when he bust his first slug

(When shit hit the fan) tell me who you gonna trust?

(Just do what you gotta do) do what you must



[Artillery]

When you lust the color of green

Schemes with the toast, keep presidental ( ? ) thugs on both knees

Deep in the game and now you're lovin' the coke

Cause it make you wanna stack a quater mill and be ghost

Then get out the ghetto, get out the slums, get out the gutter

Wake up the metal, break up dunns, break up the butter

makin' 'em stutter, mask up, lookin' for green

Would you call a ( ? ), reach for your dreams

Life is losin', everything is never what it seems

Searchin' for the fiends, it's like a maze to get you the green

Send up the wheel like wild crews, spinnin' the wheel

But lay low and spray high like a raw street deal

Truth of the pen, half these cat ain't usin' thier brain

Bustin for nothin', takin' this struggle and vain

And thier's those who respect, and lovin' this game

Play by code and honor when they dealin' with things



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[Germ]

My team is like the Armada comin' through, like a fleet of ships

Guns with clips, it's a color-line between the bloods and crips

Don't avoid the war-zone to save your Private Ryan

Peep around the walls and your top get blown, right if you're afraid of dyin'

Would you froze in a crusial monument

When your peeps needed the ammo the gun down your opponents

Son got slugs in his chest, while your sittin' on the stairs shedin' tears

Actin' like you not knowin', the enemies passed you

You woulden't bust you gun, standin' there lookin' shooked and stunned

Now you're stressin'

Knowin' that the shorty took your man the the essence

When the shit'll bring you, you and the peeps start to restin'

Understand, death will keep pressin'

Can't be dealin' with these cats in the game, we'll floss

Understandin' that thier hands don't be smellin' like yours

Be the same ones, you have with you when you flossin' on tour

Be the main ones, to send thier goons to kick in your door

So you watch who you have with when you're in media circles

Cause in the end, those the ones that gon' hurt you

And the end, those the ones that gon' hurt you



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[Artillery]

If you got dreams to settle down with a brick

Then you better got it on ( ? ) clips

Get you a Tre-8 a three-pound and watch your chips

Better then a dog and you ain't gotta feed 'em shit

Don't trust no man, never gonna talk to no chick

Same bitches set you up and now they shot in you whip

Don't get 'em, all or nothin', you can't even be miss

The streets ain't a play-ground, squeeze the fifth



[Germ]

I'm in cut like ?Porac-Side?, bubbelin'

Godfellas comin' in, we troublin'

You scarred to let us come out, knowin' we dumb out

When we pull them guns out, you change your whole route

Know what Germ be about, spittin' sixteens, spit the last fuckin' eight

To set the record straight

Controllin' my destiny, I'm kind of scarred to fade

If you cross the wrong path, you get your face ate



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