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heavy artillery - game lyrics

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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 -ss, n-gg-, ha ha)

oh, they got guns
(boss)
45’s, machine guns
(black wall street)
and heavy artillery
(i’m in that bulletproof maybach n-gg-, teflon don, s case)

oh, they got

n-gg- talking like a g but walking like a broad
i pull up at the light, pineapple in your car
n-gg-, 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, b-tches, 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 sh-t pancakes, my sh-t 3 wheels
you n-gg-s 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

yeah i got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, just got off probation
(oh, they got)
today motherf-cker won’t budge for no charge
real n-gg-, i hold no grudge with no thugs
come through sprayin’, bullets out the mclaren

they ain’t meant for you, so move b-tch
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 n-gg-s, make stiff n-gg-s
eminem wasn’t dr. dre’s only sick n-gg-
insane in the membrane like soul -ss-ssins
12 gauge stop a n-gg- 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 n-gg-s 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-tch

a n-gg- with a gun in his hand won’t bust this
like a b-tch with a d-ck in her hand won’t suck
this is the art of war, you n-gg-s just drawing
anything i target on is dearly departed, gone

drive by or walk up on
i just stop, breathe, aim, c-ck, squeeze
silencer on the glock, infrared beam
put your block up on machines
while the p-ss-es 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

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