Heavy Artillery
Game feat. Rick Ross Lyrics

You know we got em
We have the weapons and ammunition necessary for any situation

Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We are armed with an array of powerful firearms

We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
We have access to grenades and will not hesitate to use them

Boss, Black Wall Street
I am the boss of the Black Wall Street gang

I'm in that bulletproof Maybach nigga (Teflon Don)
I am driving a Maybach fitted with bulletproof armor, and am nicknamed Teflon Don because nothing can touch me

Nigga talking like a G but walking like a broad
This person talks tough but lacks the courage to back it up

I pull up at the light, pineapple in your car
I will shoot at your car with a grenade launcher

Nigga I shatter lives, my music camouflage
My music is a disguise for the violent and dangerous life I lead, destroying the lives of those who cross me

I court killers at the center of my synagogue
I surround myself with other killers in my inner circle

Torch in hand, extortion to the fortune five hundred
I hold the power to both destroy and demand payment from even the wealthiest people

From the porches to the Porsche's with the wides on it
I have the power and influence to have access to luxurious homes and vehicles

'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
If someone is thinking of snitching on me, they should think twice before putting their own life at risk

Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I will use a wire on someone to turn them against their own interests

I get my money smoking spliffs like it's Friday
I make lots of money and smoke marijuana regularly

I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway
I am cruising comfortably with style and ease

My champagne kicks, my shit three wheels
I have expensive tastes and own a unique and expensive vehicle

You niggas six feet, we gettin' three meals
I am successful and have access to wealth and luxury

They got jumped
They were attacked

Yeah I got two gun charges, two felonies, just got off probation
I have a criminal record and am fresh out of probation, implying that I am a seasoned criminal

Today motherfucker, won't budge for no charge
I am so confident in my criminal prowess that I believe I am untouchable by the law

Real nigga, I hold no grudge with no thugs
I am a real and unforgiving person in my interactions with other criminals

Come through spraying, bullets out the McLaren
I drive a McLaren and will not hesitate to shoot at anyone I come across

They ain't meant for you, so move bitch, you hard of hearing?
If someone is in the line of fire, they should move or suffer the consequences

I speed off doing 90 with the Carter blaring
I speed off in my vehicle with loud music playing, in a display of both my wealth and my disregard for the law

Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
I shoot at a car as if I am playing basketball with Hall of Fame player Baron Davis

Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, make stiff niggas
I overpower and dominate others, as basketball player Blake Griffin does on the court

Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick nigga
There are other powerful and successful people in the rap world who are equally violent and dangerous

Insane in the membrane like Soul Assassins
I am crazy and unpredictable like the rap group Soul Assassins

Twelve gauge stop a nigga heart like a bowl of Aspirin
My shotgun can stop someone's heart as easily as a bowl of aspirin can alleviate a headache

I hold automatics, let your man hold the casket
I carry automatic weapons and will kill my opponents, leaving their friends to bury them

Murder game cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
My crimes are calculated and emotionless, leaving my victims as mere trash to be disposed of

First forty-eight, they don't find me, case closed
If the police cannot catch me within the first 48 hours of a crime, they will never find me

Like a rehabilitation spot in Bobby Brown nose
Impossible to find, like Bobby Brown's nostrils, which have been damaged by drug use

Take em back to Boyz in da Hood when I pull the pump out
I am reminiscent of a classic gangster film when I pull out my shotgun

Something like C-Murder on Worldstar when I dump out
Comparing myself to a rapper and convicted murderer when I shoot my gun on the website Worldstar

Ain't nothing changed but them bullets in my clip
Despite whatever else has changed, I am still armed and dangerous

I still pull it, still bully niggas on the strip
I am still quick to draw my weapon and intimidate others

Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth
I will handle any conflict with my firearm

And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya bitch
I am not one to show mercy, even toward someone's pet or loved one

A nigga with a gun in his hand who won't bust it?
Why carry a weapon if you are not willing to use it?

Like a bitch with a dick in her hand who won't suck it
A comparison suggesting that someone with a weapon who does not use it is as useless as a woman with male genitalia who won't perform oral sex

This is the art of war, you niggas just drawing
I am a skilled tactician and strategist in the world of crime, while my opponents lack the same level of skill

Anything I target on is dearly departed, gone
Whatever or whoever I choose to target will be eliminated

Drive by or walk up on, I just stop, breathe, aim cock squeeze
Whether it's a drive-by shooting or a more direct approach, I am calm and collected when I aim and shoot my gun

Silencer on the Glock, infrared beam
My firearm is equipped with a silencer and an infrared laser sight, making me more able to carry out efficient, precise hits

So your block up on machines while the pussies run and scream
While the people in the area are panicking and running away, I remain calm and methodical in carrying out my violent plans