Heavy Artillery

Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross & Sample] Oh, they got guns You know we got 'em 45s, 45s Machine guns, machine guns And heavy artillery We got them grenades on your ass, nigga (Ha ha) Oh, they got guns Boss Black Wall Street I'm in that bulletproof Maybach, nigga Teflon Don, SK's [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Nigga talkin' 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 synagogue Torture and extortion 'til I'm Fortune 500 From the porches to the Porsches with the wides on it 'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it Get your twisted body found with them wires on it I get my money, smoke extensive like it's Friday I'm sittin' sideways like I'm in my driveway My shit pancakes, my shit three wheels You niggas six feet, we gettin' three meals [Chorus] Oh, they got guns 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery Oh, they got guns 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery [Interlude: The Game] Yeah, I got two gun charges, two felonies, just got off probation [Verse 2: The Game] Today motherfucker, won't budge for no judge Real nigga, I hold no grudge with no thugs Come through sprayin', bullets out the McLaren They ain't meant for you so move, bitch, you hard of hearin'? I speed off doing 90 with Tha Carter blarin' 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, what? [Chorus] Oh, they got guns 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery Oh, they got guns 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery Oh, they got [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] Uh, ain't nothin' changed but them bullets in my clip I still'll pull it, still'll bully niggas on the Strip (Still) Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth And I ain't got no picks, I put a bullet in your bitch (Ill) A nigga with a gun in his hand who won't bust it Is like a bitch with a dick in her hand, won't suck it (Won't suck it) This is the art of war (War), you niggas just drawing Anything I target on is dearly departed, gone (Gone) Drive by or walk up on (Walk up on) I just stop, breathe, aim, cock, squeeze (Squeeze) Silencer on the Glock, infrared beam (Beam) Put your block up on machines while the pussies run and scream [Chorus] Oh, they got guns 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery Oh, they got guns 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery Oh, they got [Outro: Beanie Sigel] Yeah nigga, the real one in the building Broad Street Bully, certified G, for real Lil' rap niggas fucks me up Y'all niggas ain't tough claiming y'all gangsta, nigga Game recognize game for real, what up, Blood? These niggas fucks me up, nigga My gangsta ain't never on trial Niggas talk that shit, nigga what's your PP number, nigga? You niggas rat in the back of the cop car before you get to the station You pussies ain't gangsta You niggas wouldn't kill nothin', let nothin' die Shoutout to all the real niggas Boss, what up Boss? Ricky Ross in the buildin'