Heavy Artillery Lyrics & Tabs by Game
Heavy Artillery
guitar chords lyrics
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 ass, nigga, ha ha)
Oh, they got guns
(Boss)
45's, machine guns
(Black Wall Street)
And heavy artillery
(I'm in that bulletproof Maybach nigga, Teflon Don, S Case)
Oh, they got
And heavy artillery
(I'm in that bulletproof Maybach nigga, Teflon Don, S Case)
Oh, they got
Nigga talking like a G but walking like a broad
I pull up at the light, pineapple in your car
Nigga, 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, bitches, 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 shit pancakes, my shit 3 wheels
You niggas 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 motherfucker won't budge for no charge
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 blaring
Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
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 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 niggas on the strip
Beef I cook it fully with the fifth
And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya bitch
A nigga with a gun in his hand won't bust this
Like a bitch with a dick in her hand won't suck
This is the art of war, you niggas just drawing
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 the pussies 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
