Heavy Artillery
The Game feat. Rick Ross & Beanie Sigel Lyrics

You know we got em
We have weapons to use against our enemies

Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We possess various firearms and destructive weapons

We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
We have explosive devices that we can use against our enemies at any time

Boss, Black Wall Street
I am a boss associated with Black Wall Street

I'm in that bulletproof Maybach nigga (Teflon Don)
I am protected from harm in my bulletproof Maybach, which is why they call me Teflon Don

Nigga talking like a G but walking like a broad
This person talks tough but acts cowardly

I pull up at the light, pineapple in your car
I will cause harm to your vehicle and those in it

Nigga I shatter lives, my music camouflage
My music hides the fact that my actions cause destruction and harm to others

I court killers at the center of my synagogue
I associate with dangerous and violent people who are like-minded

Torch in hand, extortion to the fortune five hundred
I have the power to extort money and influence from even the wealthiest people

From the porches to the Porsche's with the wides on it
I have gained wealth and success and can afford luxurious vehicles

'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Anyone who tries to betray me or my associates will be putting their life in danger

Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I have devices or techniques to confuse or manipulate others to get what I want

I get my money smoking spliffs like it's Friday
I accumulate wealth easily and without effort, as if every day is payday

I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway
I am relaxed and comfortable in my position of power

My champagne kicks, my shit three wheels
I enjoy the finer things in life and can afford exclusive and unique items

You niggas six feet, we gettin' three meals
I am successful and wealthy while my enemies may end up dead and buried

They got jumped Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery They got jumped Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery
The enemies have been attacked and overwhelmed by our firepower and weapons

Yeah I got two gun charges, two felonies, just got off probation
I have a criminal history of gun charges and felonies but have recently been released from probation

Today motherfucker, won't budge for no charge
I am confident in my power and ability to avoid any charges or repercussions for my actions

Real nigga, I hold no grudge with no thugs
I am a true and respected individual who does not hold grudges or bear ill will toward my associates

Come through spraying, bullets out the McLaren
I will attack with my weapons while driving my expensive and powerful McLaren car

They ain't meant for you, so move bitch, you hard of hearing?
The bullets are not intended for innocent bystanders, so get out of the way if you want to avoid getting hurt

I speed off doing 90 with the Carter blaring
I quickly flee the scene of the attack while listening to Jay-Z's music

Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
I will shoot up an ordinary car as if it is a high-profile target like Baron Davis

Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, make stiff niggas
I am a dominant and unstoppable force, much like basketball player Blake Griffin

Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick nigga
I am also a talented musician and have a close relationship with Dr. Dre

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

Twelve gauge stop a nigga heart like a bowl of Aspirin
My shotgun is so powerful that it can instantly stop a person's heart, as if they took too many aspirin

I hold automatics, let your man hold the casket
I have deadly firearms that can cause fatal harm, perhaps even leading to a funeral

Murder game cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
My criminal activities are deadly and merciless, with a disregard for human life or dignity

First forty-eight, they don't find me, case closed
The police have a short period of time to find me before I disappear without a trace

Like a rehabilitation spot in Bobby Brown nose
The police will search for me in unlikely places, like where Bobby Brown had to go for rehab

Take em back to Boyz in da Hood when I pull the pump out
I am reminiscent of the violent scene from the movie Boyz in da Hood when I pull out my shotgun

Something like C-Murder on Worldstar when I dump out
My violent actions and their aftermath will be captured on video and shared on WorldstarHipHop, much like C-Murder's case

Ain't nothing changed but them bullets in my clip
Despite any changes in my life, I still have access to and will use my weapons

I still pull it, still bully niggas on the strip
I am still intimidating and violent toward others on the street

Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth
If someone tries to have an issue with me, I will settle it with my firearm

And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya bitch
I am cold and ruthless, willing to harm even innocent life if necessary

A nigga with a gun in his hand who won't bust it?
If someone has a gun and doesn't use it, they are not a threat

Like a bitch with a dick in her hand who won't suck it
If someone has the opportunity to do something but doesn't take it, they are useless

This is the art of war, you niggas just drawing
I am skilled and strategic in my criminal activities, while others are simply making unimportant movements

Anything I target on is dearly departed, gone
If I have a person or thing in my sights, it will suffer severe consequences

Drive by or walk up on, I just stop, breathe, aim cock squeeze
Whether I need to make a quick getaway or approach my target slowly, I am prepared to execute my plans with precision

Silencer on the Glock, infrared beam
I have special modifications on my firearm to avoid detection and make my aim more precise

So your block up on machines while the pussies run and scream
While I and my associates control the streets with our weapons, others cower in fear and try to avoid our wrath

They got jumped Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery They got jumped Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery
Our enemies have been overpowered with our superior and deadly weapons