[Intro: Rick Ross] You know we got ‘em, 45's, machine guns, heavy artillery, We got those grenades on your ass, nigga! Boss, black Wall Street, I'm in that bulletproof Maybach, nigga! Teflon Don. [Verse 1: Rick Ross] 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 camouflage, My court killers 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, bitch, 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 sittin' sideways like I'm in my driveway, My shit pancakes, my shit three-wheels, You niggas six feet, we getting' three meals. [Hook:] They got jumped, 45's, machine guns, and heavy artillery. They got jumped, 45's, machine guns, and heavy artillery. [Game:] Yeah I got two gun charges, two felonies, just got off probation. [Verse 2: Game] Today, mothafucka, 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, move, bitch, you hard of hearing? I speed off doing 90 with Tha Carter blarin', 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 n the Hood when I pull the pump out, Something like C-Murder on Worldstar when I dump out. [Hook:] They got jumped, 45's, machine guns, and heavy artillery. They got jumped, 45's, machine guns, and heavy artillery. [Verse 3: Beanie Siegel] 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, who won't bust it? Like a bitch with a dick in her hand, who won't suck it? This is the art of war, you niggas just drawin', 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. [Hook:] They got jumped, 45's, machine guns, and heavy artillery. They got jumped, 45's, machine guns, and heavy artillery.
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