Heavy Artillery feat.Rick Ross and Beanie Sigel

アーティストGame, Rick Ross, Beanie Sigel
作詞J. Taylor, D. Grant, W. Roberts, N. Warwar, M. Aiello, B. Sigler, P. Hurtt, K. Gamble
作曲J. Taylor, D. Grant, W. Roberts, N. Warwar, M. Aiello, B. Sigler, P. Hurtt, K. Gamble
Nigga talking like a g, but walkin like a broad.
I pull up at the light pineapple in the dark
Nigga I shatter lives, my music camouflage.
My core of killas at the center of my Synagogue.
Toture and extortion till I'm Fortune 500.
From the porches to the Porches with the wires on it.
For you snitches, bitches better put your lives on it.
Get your twisted by found with them wires on it.
I give my money spoken extensive like its Friday.
I'm sittin sideways, like I'm in my driveway.
My shit pancakes
My shit three wheels
You niggas 6ft
We getting 3mill.

Yeah I Two Gun Charges, 2 Felonies, Just Got Off Probation.
Today motherfucka won't budge for no judge
Real Nigga, I hold no grudge no thugs.
Come through spraying, bullets out of the McClaren
They ain't meant for you so move bitch you hard of hearing
I speed off doing 90 with the Carter blaring.
I Los Angeles clip niggas like a ball with Barron.
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 as cold as aspirin
Body found in the trash bin
First 48, they don't find me case closed.
Like a rehabilitation spot and Bobby Brown knows
Take em back to Boyz In The Hood when I pull the pump out.
Something like C Murder on World Star when I dump out....
What?

Ain't nothing change but the bullets in my clips
I still pull it bully niggas on the strip.
Beef I cook it fully with the 5th
And I ain't got no piss, I put a bullet in your bitch
Nigga with a gun in his hand and won't bust it
Is like a bitch with a dick in her hand and won't suck it
This is the art of war, you nigga just drawin anything I target on
that's nearly departed gone.
Drive-by all
I just stop breath, aim, pop, squeeze.
Silence on a glock, infrared beam
Hit your block with machines, while the pussies run and scream.
Yeah Nigga
The Real one in the building
Broad St. Bully
Certified G for Real
Lil rat niggas fucks me up
Y'all niggas ain't tough, claiming you gangsta nigga
Game recognize Game For Real!
What up Blood!
These niggas fucks me up
My Gangsta never on Trial
Niggas talk shit, What's your PPP # nigga.
Niggas rat in the back of the cop car before you get to the
station.
You pussies ain't gangsta
You niggas wouldn't kill nothing and let nothing die.
Shout out all the real niggas
Ross what up Ross! Ricky Ross in the building!

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