Heavy Artillery (feat. Rick Ross & Beanie Sigel)

Oh, they got gun

You know we got 'em

.45

.45

Machines gun

Machine guns

And heavy artillery

You got them grenades on your ass, ****

Oh, they got jumped

.45 machines guns

Black wall street

And heavy artillery

I'm in a bullet proof Maybach, ****

Teflon don

SK's

They got

**** talkin' like a G

But walkin' like a broad

I pull up at the light, pineapple in your car

****, I shatter lives, my music camouflage

My court killers at the center of my center dodge

Torture and extortion to the fortune five hunnid

From them porches to the Porsches with the wires on it

For you snitches, bitches better put your lives on it

Get you twisted, body 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 (Gross)

My shit three wheels (Freaky)

You **** six feet

We gettin' three meals

Oh, they got jumped

.45 machines guns

And heavy artillery

Oh, they got jumped

.45 machines guns

And heavy artillery

Yeah, I've got two gun charges

Three felonies, just got on probation

Oh, they got

Today, motherfucker, won't budge for no judge

Real ****, I hold no grudge with no thugs

Come through sprain, bullets south the McLaren

They ain't live for you, so move, bitch, you hard of hearing?

I speed off doin' ninety with Tha Carter blaring

Bust shots in the cavalier like I ball with Baron

Yeah, I Blake Griff ****, make stiff ****

Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick ****

Insane in the membrane like soul assassins

Twelve gauge stop a **** heart like a bowl of aspirin

I hold on to automatics, let your man hold the casket

Murder game cold as aspirin

Body found in the trash bin

First forty eight, they don't find me

Case closed

Like a rehabilitation spot

And Bobby Brown knows

Takin' back the boys in the hood when I pull the pump out

Something like C-Murder on Worldstar when I dump out

Oh, they got jumped

.45 machines guns

And heavy artillery

Oh, they got jumped

.45 machines guns

And heavy artillery

Oh, they got

Ain't nothin' changed but them bullets in my clip

I still pull it, still bully **** on the strip

Beef, I cook it, fully with the fifth

And I ain't got no pics

I put a bullet in you, bitch

**** with a gun in his hand

Won't bust this

Bitch with a dick in her hand, won't suck it

This is the art of war, you **** just drawn

Anything I target on is dearly departed, gone

Drive by or walk up on

I just stop, breathe

Hand, cock, squeeze

Silence on the glock

Infrared beam

Hit your block with the machines

While the pussies runnin' screens

Oh, they got jumped

.45 machines guns

And heavy artillery

Yeah, ****

The real one in the buildin'

Oh, they got jumped

Broadstreet bully

Certified G for real

.45 machines guns

Lil rap **** fucks me up

Y'all **** ain't tough, claim y'all gangsta, ****

And heavy artillery

Game recognize game for real

Oh, they got jumped

What up blood?

These **** fucks me up, ****

.45 machines guns

My gangster ain't never on trial

And heavy artillery

**** talk that shit

****, what's your PP number, ****?

You **** rattin' in the back of the cop car before you get to the station

Oh, they got jumped

.45 machines guns

You pussies ain't gangster

You **** wanna kill lookin' like nothin' die

And heavy artillery

Chopped all the real ****

Boss, what up, boss

Oh, they got jumped

Ricky Ross in the buildin'

.45 machines guns

And heavy artillery