Heavy Artillery
The Game Lyrics


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"You know we got em
Forty fives, 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)"

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
I court killers at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the fortune five hundred
From the porches to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money smoking spliffs like it's Friday
I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my shit three wheels
You niggas six feet, we gettin' three meals

[Chorus]
They got jumped
Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery
They got jumped
Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery

Yeah I got two gun charges, two felonies, just got off probation
Today motherfucker, won't budge for no charge
Real nigga, I hold no grudge with no thugs
Come through spraying, bullets out the McLaren
They ain't meant for you, so move bitch, you hard of hearing?
I speed off doing 90 with the 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
Twelve 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 forty-eight, 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

[Chorus]

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 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
So your block up on machines while the pussies run and scream





[Chorus: x3]

Overall Meaning

The opening lyrics of The Game's song Heavy Artillery describe the rapper's arsenal of weapons, including forty fives, machine guns, and grenades. He boasts of his affiliation with Black Wall Street and his protected status, riding in a bulletproof Maybach. The lyrics also convey The Game's criminal lifestyle, referencing his involvement with killers and his use of music to camouflage his true nature.


In the second verse, The Game continues to glorify violence and crime, revealing his gun charges and felonies. He asserts his status as a "real nigga" who holds no grudges, but is not afraid to use his weapons to "spray bullets out the McLaren." The Game references other rappers and hip-hop culture, declaring himself "insane in the membrane like Soul Assassins" and boasting of his "murder game cold as Aspen." In his final verse, The Game emphasizes his skill with a gun and his willingness to use it, painting a grim picture of his enemies fleeing in terror while he calmly takes aim.


Overall, the lyrics to Heavy Artillery are a disturbing celebration of violence and criminality, and offer a bleak view of the world.


Line by Line Meaning

You know we got em
We have what we need for any situation


Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We have a variety of firearms and weapons at our disposal


We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
We are prepared to launch explosives at our enemies


Boss, Black Wall Street
We are the leaders of our organization and affiliated with Black Wall Street


I'm in that bulletproof Maybach nigga (Teflon Don)
I am protected in my luxurious vehicle, like a Teflon Don


Nigga talking like a G but walking like a broad
Someone is acting tough but not backing it up with action


I pull up at the light, pineapple in your car
I will damage your car with a grenade launcher at a stoplight


Nigga I shatter lives, my music camouflage
My music disguises the fact that I destroy people's lives


I court killers at the center of my synagogue
I associate with other dangerous individuals at the core of my network


Torch in hand, extortion to the fortune five hundred
I use violence and intimidation to gain leverage over wealthy individuals


From the porches to the Porsche's with the wides on it
We move from smaller crimes to larger ones, targeting expensive vehicles with rims


'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Before anyone rats on us, they should consider the danger to their own life


Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
We will torture you with electrodes to get information


I get my money smoking spliffs like it's Friday
I make a lot of money and indulge in smoking marijuana


I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway
I am relaxed, comfortable, and not worried about danger


My champagne kicks, my shit three wheels
I am living a lavish lifestyle and can afford expensive things like champagne and an eccentric car


You niggas six feet, we gettin' three meals
We are successful in our criminal enterprises and do not go hungry or unnoticed


They got jumped
The people we are targeting are ambushed


Yeah I got two gun charges, two felonies, just got off probation
I have been in legal trouble for gun-related crimes but am currently out of probation


Real nigga, I hold no grudge with no thugs
I am authentic and do not bear any ill will to other criminals


Come through spraying, bullets out the McLaren
I will rapidly discharge bullets from a McLaren car


They ain't meant for you, so move bitch, you hard of hearing?
The bullets are not meant for innocent bystanders, so they should move out of the way


I speed off doing 90 with the Carter blaring
I make my escape while listening to Jay-Z's album The Carter


Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
I shoot at a cheap car like I have more money and power than the driver


Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, make stiff niggas
I overpower and intimidate anyone who crosses me, like NBA player Blake Griffin


Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick nigga
Dr. Dre has had other successful collaborations with dangerous individuals


Insane in the membrane like Soul Assassins
I am mentally unstable like the rap group Soul Assassins


Twelve gauge stop a nigga heart like a bowl of Aspirin
A shotgun can kill someone quickly and without warning


I hold automatics, let your man hold the casket
My guns can cause death, and someone else will have to bury the victim


Murder game cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
Killing people is routine and their bodies are disposed of without remorse


First forty-eight, they don't find me, case closed
If the police do not find evidence immediately, they will give up on the case


Like a rehabilitation spot in Bobby Brown nose
The police will not find anything where Bobby Brown was once treated for drug addiction


Take em back to Boyz in da Hood when I pull the pump out
I cause a sense of nostalgia for the violent imagery in the movie Boyz in da Hood


Something like C-Murder on Worldstar when I dump out
I will release footage of my violent actions, like rapper C-Murder on the website Worldstar


Ain't nothing changed but them bullets in my clip
My violent behavior has not changed, but now I have more ammunition


I still pull it, still bully niggas on the strip
I still use guns to intimidate and coerce people in the street


Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth
If there is a conflict between me and someone else, I will use my firearm to resolve it


And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya bitch
I do not care about living things and will kill anyone, including a woman


A nigga with a gun in his hand who won't bust it?
Someone who has a gun and does not use it is useless


Like a bitch with a dick in her hand who won't suck it
Someone who has an opportunity but does not take it is a waste


This is the art of war, you niggas just drawing
I am skilled in the tactics of war, while my enemies are unprepared and weak


Anything I target on is dearly departed, gone
Anyone I target will be killed or seriously injured


Drive by or walk up on, I just stop, breathe, aim cock squeeze
I am skilled and calm when using my firearm, whether I am in a drive-by or walking up to someone


Silencer on the Glock, infrared beam
My gun is equipped with a silencer and a scope, making it easier to kill people quietly


So your block up on machines while the pussies run and scream
Your neighborhood will be filled with police and frightened people while I escape without anyone stopping me




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: KENNY GAMBLE, BUNNY SIGLER, PHIL HURTT, JAYCEON TAYLOR, WILLIAM ROBERTS, MICHAEL VINCENT AIELLO, DWIGHT GRANT, NICHOLAS WARWAR

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