Cla**ified - Heavy Artillary lyrics

{"I Live For The Moment"} {"Cla** Got You Open"} [Verse 1:] Yo, Is You Ready For The Man Steppin In With The, Heavy Artillary Both Hands co*ked To The Back, Ready And Willing Spit Fire Over Tracks, Ain't Feelin Me Judging How I Look, Not My Lyrical Abilities Please, This Is For My People In The Background Stayin Out The Limelight, Moldin How A Track Sounds (Walk) With My Cap Down (Cla**) Neva Back Down (Weight) Do The Half Pound (Fight) Till The Last Round And Keep Movin, I'm Like Parker Lewis' Hair Lubes I Gotcha Runnin Man, With Or Without Dance Moves I Don't Get ???, Sometimes I'm Just Pissed Off Drive By Your ? Wave Hi And You Get Flipped Off And It's Like That, All I Do Is Write Raps Drop Beats For Hype Tracks Smoke Weed For Nightcaps Step Up, We Strike Back Listen How We Word It Always Underground But I Rise To The Surface [Chorus:] Getto You Dem Of The Heavy Artillery That's Why All The Girls Them Love We Flex With The Friends We No Flex With The Enemies, Cause We Enemy We Wan' Come Hurt We, And Them Whole An Apology Cause Ya Know We Have The Heavy Artillery Flex With The Friends We No Flex With The Enemies, Cause We Enemy We Wan' Come Hurt We [Verse 2:] Yo And When I'm Dyin' At Home I Want A Picture On My Headstone My Microphone, Two Tables And My Headphones Cross-Fader, ? In The Mpc Restin Here? No, Producer / Emcee, But Let's Move Sometimes I Wanna While Out And Wanna Let Loose Puff Weed Drink Brews For An Excuse I'm In The Wrong State Of Mind All You Flashy Rappers Talk And I'm Here To Take Your Shine Take You Props And Make Them Mine So How Ya Like Me Now? I See Your Temper Rise And You Wanna Strike Me Down But I Will Stay Here, And Whether Or Not I Play Fair Depends On These Rappers Actin' Like They're Needin' Daycare Children, Stop Playin Start Buildin' I Don't Care Who You Know Or If You Push The Hard Million It's Hard Dealin', I'm Almost Ready To Explode Everybody Wanna Hate But We Really Need To Grow, Lets Go [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Yo I See Ya Leanin On The Wall With Your Hands In Your Back Pocket Actin' Hard, Like You Can't Feel This, Stop It! I Know Some Rappers In The Place Really Can't Rock It But When I Get Up On The Mic It's Always Hot sh** Listen As I Take You Through This Spit From The Heart, This Is Art More Than Music Half Of You Are Clueless, Don't Know The Real You Repeat What You Hear And Expect A Record Deal I Live For The Moment, Cla** Gotcha Open This Is That sh** Right Here, Still Boastin' I See Through Ya And I'm Finished With The Small Talk Done Wastin Time Son, You Guaranteed To Fall Off [Chorus]