Artist: The Game f/ Beanie Sigel, Rick Ross
Album:  The R.E.D. Album
Song:   Heavy Artillery
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro/Chorus: sample]
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

[Rick Ross]
You know we got 'em
45's, machine guns
We got them grenades on yo' ass nigga
Ha ha, Boss... Black Wall Street
I'm in that bullet-proof Maybach nigga
Teflon Don, S.K.'s

Nigga talkin like a G but walkin like a broad
I pull up at the light, pineapple in your car
Nigga I shatter lives, my music camoflauge
My court killers at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion 'til I'm Fortune 500
From them porches to the Porsches with the wides on it
For you snitches bitches better put your lives on it
Get you twisted, body found with them wires on it
I get my money, smoke extensive like it's Friday
I'm sittin sideways like I'm in my driveway
My shit pancakes, my shit three wheels
You niggaz six feet, we gettin three meals

[Chorus]

[Game]
Yeah I got two gun charges, two felonies
Just got off probation

Today motherfucker, won't budge for no judge
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" blarin
Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake Griff' niggaz, make stiff niggaz
Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick nigga
"Insane in the Membrane" like Soul Assassins
12-guage 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 N the Hood" when I pull the pump out
Somethin like C-Murder on WorldStar when I dump out
What~!

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel]
Uh, ain't nothin change but the bullets in my clip
I still'll pull it, still'll bully niggaz on the strip
Beef I cook it, fully with the fifth
And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in your bitch
A nigga with a gun in his hand, but won't bust it
is like a bitch with a dick in her hand, who won't suck it
This is the art of war, you niggaz just draw
And 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 them pussies run and scream

[Chorus] - repeat to the end

[Outro: Beanie Sigel]
Yeah nigga, the real one in the building
Broad Street Bully, certified G for real
Lil' rap niggaz fucks me up
Y'all niggaz ain't tough playin me all gangsta nigga
Game recognize game for real, what up Blood?
These niggaz fucks me up niggaz
My gangsta ain't never on trial
Niggaz talk that shit, nigga what's your PP number nigga?
You niggaz rat in the back of the cop car before you get to the station
You pussies ain't gangsta
You niggaz wouldn't kill nothin, let nothin die
Shoutout to all the real niggaz
Boss, what up Boss? Ricky Ross in the building