"Heavy Artillery" lyrics

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

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

Oh, they got guns
45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery
Oh, they got guns
45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery

Yeah, I got two gun charges, two felonies, just got off probation

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?

Oh, they got guns
45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery
Oh, they got guns
45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery
Oh, they got

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

Oh, they got guns
45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery
Oh, they got guns
45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery
Oh, they got

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
Shout-out to all the real niggas
Boss, what up Boss? Ricky Ross in the buildin'