Rick Ross, The Game, Beanie Sigel - Heavy Artillery lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rick Ross, The Game, Beanie Sigel - Heavy Artillery lyrics]
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
Nigga 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 synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the Fortune 500
From the porches to the Porsches
With the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitches
You better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the with them wires on it
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 motherfucker
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 bitch
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
Ain't nothing changed but them
Bullets in my clip
I still pull it
Still bully niggas on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth
And I ain't got no pets
I put a bullet in ya bitch
A nigga with a gun in his
Hand who won't bust it?
Like a bitch with a dick in
Her hand who won't suck it
This is the art of war
You niggas just drawing
Anything I target on is dearly departed, gone
Drive by or walk up on
I just stop, breathe, aim cock squeeze
Silencer on the Glock, infrared beam
Put your block up on machines while
The pussies run and scream
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
Nigga 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 synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the Fortune 500
From the porches to the Porsches
With the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitches
You better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the with them wires on it
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 motherfucker
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 bitch
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
Ain't nothing changed but them
Bullets in my clip
I still pull it
Still bully niggas on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth
And I ain't got no pets
I put a bullet in ya bitch
A nigga with a gun in his
Hand who won't bust it?
Like a bitch with a dick in
Her hand who won't suck it
This is the art of war
You niggas just drawing
Anything I target on is dearly departed, gone
Drive by or walk up on
I just stop, breathe, aim cock squeeze
Silencer on the Glock, infrared beam
Put your block up on machines while
The pussies run and scream