[Intro: Rick Ross]
You know we got em
45s, machine guns
We got those grenades on your a**, n***a
Boss. Black Wall Street
I'm in that bulletproof Maybach...n***a Teflon Don
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
n***a talking like a G but walking like a broad
I pull up at the light, pineapple in your car
n***a I shatter lives, my music camouflage
I court k**ers at the center of my synagogue
Torture and extortion to the Fortune 500
From the porches to the Porsches with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches b**h, you 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
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I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway
My sh** pancakes, my sh** 3 wheels
You n***as six feet, we gettin 3 meals
[Hook:]
They got jumped
45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery
[Verse 2: Game]
Yeah I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, just got off probation
Today motherf**er, won't budge for no charge
Real n***a, I hold no grudge with no thugs
Come through spraying, bullets out the McLaaren
They ain't meant for you, move b**h, you hard of hearing?
I speed off doing 90 with Tha Carter blaring
Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake Griff n***as, make stiff n***as
Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick n***a
Insane in the membrane like Soul Assa**ins
12 gauge stop a n***a 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
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Beanie Siegel]
Ain't nothing changed but them bullets in my clip
I still pull it, still bully n***as 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**h
A n***a with a gun in his hand who won't bust it?
Like a b**h with a dick in her hand who won't s** it
This is the art of war, you n***as just drawing
Anything I target on is dearly departed, gone
Drive by or walk up on -
I just stop, breathe, aim co*k squeeze
[?] on the Glock, infrared beam
Put your block up on machines while the pussies run and scream