One Man Army Lyrics - Singles - Charles Laney

Verse 1: 

It wasn't kind of you to bite me 

but I geuss errbody does it 

I'm gon' take a bitch from you anyway 

you gon' take a picture with me anyway 

you gon' sign this ball anyway 

they gon' root for me anyway 

tell them boys thats the winners way 

the way i get it man anyway 

Bridge: 

im out this bitch kutakente 

shouldve never let me get away 

tell them boys that I made it 

bout to pass out the template 

Bridge B 

oh no they ran fuck the plan 

had to do it on my own 

I went one man army 

Chorus: 

I'ma bring the heat! 

I'ma bring the heat! 

I'ma bring the heat! 

Like a one man army! 

bring the heat! 

I'ma bring the heat! 

I'ma bring the heat! 

Like a one man army! 

bring the heat!! 

bring the heat!! 

bring the heat!! 

bring the heat!! 

T: I'ma bring the heat, I'ma burn you down 

I'ma bring the heat, I'ma burn you down 

I'ma bring the heat, I'ma burn you down 

I'ma burn you down, I'ma burn your town 

Verse 2: 

dont need you to like me 

yo girl already does it 

and while your still strugglin 

the hoes payin me for nothin 

cant tell you with your missin 

I'll reduce you to nothin 

you aint fuckin with me? 

then im callin you bluffin 

every shot you throw up stuffin 

put the shot up in your stuffin 

while all these hoes gettin dicked in 

got em leanin in on that kick stand 

cant tell you what your missin 

competition didn't listen 

cops shocked try greetin 

shot fired fuck your speakin 

you aint never heard of me 

you aint fresher than me, my 

cant address mr me my nigga 

international me my nigga 

astala vi my nigga 

cant catch up to me my nigga 

were those shots fired at me my nigga 

You a stupid ass bitch & I aint fuckin w/ you! 

Chorus 

T: I'ma bring the heat, I'ma burn you down 

I'ma bring the heat, I'ma burn you down 

I'ma bring the heat, I'ma burn you down 

I'ma burn you down, I'ma burn your town 

Verse 3: 

if its a drought 

I'm the sun 

I'm a dog better run, 

I'm a gun, bullets bashin' 

mashin, rashin, clitta tattin 

ratta tattin, ratta tattin, 

you wont even know whats happening' 

I'm the lion this my jungle 

You are sitting on my dinner plate! 

Fuck a reenactment bitch 

all I do is demonstrate 

Administrate the tape to their mouth 

Cuff em 

Put em on the side & rough em 

Up, damn they fuck & suck 

I pray they do not procreate 

My money gettin long 

& my pockets are on overweight 

Annihilate the fuckin lames 

Make the haters know my name 

Bring the pain 

Spittin flames 

Words hit you in the brain 

In the game shootin' mane 

Stars pull em too the earth 

Had to pull it out your girl 

So I could fuck the universe 

Got the people wonderin' 

All he fuckin does is curse? 

Stuck my dick up her skirt 

Skeet skeet skeet squirt 

I Wouldn't stop kickin you in the face if my feet hurt 

T: I'ma bring the heat, I'ma burn you down 

I'ma bring the heat, I'ma burn you down 

I'ma bring the heat, I'ma burn you down 

I'ma burn you down, I'ma burn your town 

Bring Bring the Heat 

Bring Bring the Heat 

Bring Bring the Heat