Heavy Artillery Lyrics - The R.e.d. Album - Game

Oh, they got guns 

(You know we got 'em) 

45's 

(45's) 

Machines guns 

(Machine guns) 

And heavy artillery 

(Got them grenades on your ass, nigga, ha ha) 

Oh, they got guns 

(Boss) 

45's, machine guns 

(Black Wall Street) 

And heavy artillery 

(I'm in that bulletproof Maybach nigga, Teflon Don, S Case) 

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Oh, they got 

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 killer's at the center of my synagogue 

Torcher and extortion to the Fortune 500 

From the porches to the Porsches with the wives on it 

'Fore you snitches, bitches, you better put your lives on it 

Get you twisted, body found with them wires on it 

I get my money smoking spliffs up like it's Friday 

I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway 

My shit pancakes, my shit 3 wheels 

You niggas six feet, we gettin' 3 meals 

Oh, they got guns, 45's 

Machine guns and heavy artillery 

Oh, they got guns, 45's 

Machine guns and heavy artillery 

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Yeah I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, just got off probation 

(Oh, they got) 

Today motherfucker won't budge for no charge 

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 doin' 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, what 

Oh, they got guns, 45's 

Machine guns and heavy artillery 

Oh, they got guns, 45's 

Machine guns and heavy artillery 

Oh, they got 

Uh, 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 won't bust this 

Like a bitch with a dick in her hand won't suck 

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 

Oh, they got guns, 45's 

Machine guns and heavy artillery 

Oh, they got guns, 45's 

Machine guns and heavy artillery 

Oh, they got guns, 45's 

Machine guns and heavy artillery 

Oh, they got guns, 45's 

Machine guns and heavy artillery 

Oh, they got guns, 45's 

Machine guns and heavy artillery