StreetRunner - Heavy Artillery lyrics

[Intro : Rick Ross] You know we got em 45s, machine guns, heavy artillery We got those grenades on your a**, n***a Boss. Black Wall Street I'm in that bulletproof Maybach n***a (Teflon Don) [Verse 1 : Rick Ross] n***a talking like a G, but walking like a broad I pull up at the light, pineapple in your car n***a I shatter lives, my music camouflage My court k**ers at the center of my synagogue Torture and extortion 'til I'm Fortune 500 From the porches to the Porsches with the wides on it 'fore you snitches b**h, you better put your lives on it Get your twisted body found with them wires on it I get my money, smoke extensive like it's Friday I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway My sh** pancakes, my sh** 3 wheels You n***as six feet, we gettin 3 meals [Hook] They got jumped 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery (x2) [Interlude : Game] Yeah I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, just got off probation [Verse 2 : Game] Today motherf**er, won't budge for no judge Real n***a, I hold no grudge with no thugs Come through spraying, bullets out the McLaren They ain't meant for you, move b**h, 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 n***as, make stiff n***as Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick n***a Insane in the membrane like Soul Assa**ins 12 gauge stop a n***a 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 [Hook] [Verse 3 - Beanie Siegel] Ain't nothing changed but them bullets in my clip I still pull it, still bully n***as on the strip Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya b**h A n***a with a gun in his hand who won't bust it? Like a b**h with a dick in her hand who won't s** it This is the art of war, you n***as just drawing Anything I target on is dearly departed, gone Drive by or walk up on -- I just stop, breathe, aim co*k squeeze Silencer on the Glock, infrared beam Put your block up on machines while the pussies run and scream [Hook]