Heavy Artillery
by The Game, Rick Ross, Beanie Sigel
You know we got em 45s, machine guns, heavy artillery We got those grenades on your ass, nigga Boss. Black Wall Street I'm in that bulletproof Maybach, nigga Teflon Don S Case Niggas talking like a G but walking like a broad I pull up at the light, pineapple in your car Nigga I shatter lives, my music camouflage My court killers at the center of my s*****gue Torch in hand, extortion to the Fortune 500 From the porches to the Porsches with the wides on it 'Fore you snitches b*****s, you better put your lives on it Get you twisted by the I get my money smoking spliffs like it's Friday I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway My champagne kicks, my shit 3 wheels You niggas six feet, we getting 3 meals They got jumped 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery Yeah I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, just got off probation Today mother****er, won't budge for no charge Real nigga, I hold no grudge with no thugs Come through spraying, bullets out the McLaren They ain't meant for you, so move nigga, you hard of hearing? I speed off doing 90 with Tha Carter blaring Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, make stiff niggas Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick nigga Insane in the membrane like Soul Assassins 12 gauge stop a nigga heart like a bowl of Aspirin I hold automatics, let your man hold the casket Murder game cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin First 48, they don't find me, case closed Like a rehabilitation spot in Bobby Brown nose Take em back to Boyz in da Hood when I pull the pump out Something like C-Murder on Worldstar when I dump out They got jumped 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery Ain't nothing changed but them bullets in my clip I still pull it, still bully mother****ers on the strip Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya b***h A b***h with a gun in his hand who won't bust it? Like a b***h with a d**k in her hand who won't suck it This is the art of war, you mother****ers just drawing Anything I target on is dearly departed, gone Drive by or walk up on - I just stop, breathe, aim c**k squeeze Silencer on the Glock, infrared beam Put your block up on machines while the p***ies run and scream They got jumped 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery
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