Game - Heavy Artillery Lyrics (Feat. Rick Ross & Beanie Sigel)

Game - Heavy Artillery Lyrics (Feat. Rick Ross & Beanie Sigel):

[Intro: Rick Ross]
You know we got em
45s, 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 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 500
From the porches to the Porsches 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 3 wheels
You niggas 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 motherfucker, won't budge for no charge
Real nigga, I hold no grudge with no thugs
Come through spraying, bullets out the McLaaren
They ain't meant for you, move bitch, 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 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

[Hook]

[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 drawing
Anything I target on is dearly departed, gone
Drive by or walk up on -
I just stop, breathe, aim cock squeeze
[?] on the Glock, infrared beam
Put your block up on machines while the pussies run and scream

Meek Mill - Dreamchasers ft Beanie Sigel Lyrics

Meek Mill - Dreamchasers ft Beanie Sigel Lyrics:

[Meek Mill- Verse 1]
I’ma chase my dream
Coming to America like Prince Akeem
I aint never give a f-ck then I seen
High definition to get whats forever given
But nothin was never given
I build it from ground up
I started out form my basement and builded my house up
I’m rich off opportunity, money gon’ pile up
My swag on a hundred mill, how the stylist gon style us
Caught up in the light, caught up in the life
I see young’in on the corner with a quarter of that white
He just tryna chase his dream plus his daughter needs some wipes
And some pampers so he don’t give a f-ck about the slammer
He just tryna stay alive, clutching on his hammer
World full of problems, aint nobody gotta answer
Mommy in the grave, daddy gettin’ high
Bills steady rollin’ in, he barely gttin’ by
Same clothes everyday, he barely gettin’ fly
Erryday he wake, he just swear to do his job
What that is? Chasin’ dreams, time is tickin’ so it seems
On his downtime he’s spittin’and he’s sick, his flow is mean
He just want his real chance, no reality show
But the graveyard the jail cell, reality though
Crack house was his crib, the streets fathered him tho
And he aint got no twitter page but you can follow him tho
Woah
[Hook]
Dream chaser, keep chasin’
Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
Yeh, a hundred miles and runnin’
Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I’m Forrest Gumpin’
I’ma dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
dream chaser, dream chaser
[Beanie Sigel]
I was raised by my momma
Pop used to beat her
Got a sister my age, my pop was a cheater
Gram’s kept something in the pot for us to eat up
Had to open up the oven for the house to heat up
Christmas missed us, no birthday’s or Easter’s
Used to snatch bags from Halloween trick or treaters
Hot dogs and beans, fish sticks on the weekend
Shared the same bed that my cousin used to pee in
Dreamed to be the Huxtable’s, settled for the Brady’s
Black and white on top of floor model wit’ no cable
My sister used to punch me, beat me, slap me
Caught my first case stealin’ cookies outta ackney?
Raised in South Phil, 2-4 where you can find me at
Used to kick the machines for quarters out the laundromat
Dirty little teen, giong to school embarrassin’
Gas cut off, my clothes smelling like kerosene
[Chrous]
Dream chaser, keep chasin’
Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
Yeh, a hundred miles and runnin’
Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I’m Forrest Gumpin’
I’ma dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
dream chaser, dream chaser
[Meek Mill- Verse 3]
It all started in the basement, me, my pen and my pad
Started thinkin’ bout things I never had
Was broke as a joke, aint never laugh
I woke up and went and got it, now they forever mad
How can you hate me where I came from
When just a year ago I was the same one
Them dudes you call your homies be the main one
You’d be surprised what niggas do as soon as the fame come
But I aint worried, discouraged, I just observe it
When my dreams started to crumble, niggas deserted
Empty courtroom when my judge read my verdict
But now I’m gettin’ to it, niggas act like they deserve it
Sittin’ in my cell, watching my dream
Fade like Mike, fourth quarter, tie game
Shackles on my ankles and wrist my first chains
And now it’s hard work on the menu, I thirst cream
[Chorus]
Dream chaser, keep chasin’
Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
Yeh, a hundred miles and runnin’
Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I’m Forrest Gumpin’
I’ma dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
dream chaser, dream chaser

Ace Hood - Go N Get It Remix Lyrics (ft Beanie Sigel, Busta Rhymes, Pusha T & Styles P)

Ace Hood (ft Beanie Sigel, Busta Rhymes, Pusha T & Styles P) - Go N Get It Remix Lyrics

[Hook - Ace Hood]
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I’m thinking money and the power
Bills due, money running low
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
Way too many problems, got me stressed out
What you doing? You got 7 days to move out
Go on! Get it!
I’m out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it!
Need it, by any means…

[Verse 1 - Ace Hood]
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets, but I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just a real nigga
Take the canned foods, I’m tryna get a real dinner
Get your money stacked, your paper keep away the feds
Keep it real and f-ck a hater
What my brother said
Keep my head high, nevermind them local jokers
Every day that I wake, I grind
Gotta make that monthly quota
Way too legit to quit though
Can’t stop, no way, no slow-mo
Gotta feed the team and my kin folk
Think of all the stress that I’ve been through
Way too much f-ckin problems
Way too much f-ckin bills
By any means necessary, gotta see my momma in..

[Hook - Ace Hood]
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I’m thinking money and the power
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
I’m out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Need it by any means

[Beanie Sigel]
Black incorporated, Bo bangs mind frame
You for self nigga, organized crime wave
I pricked my finger, took my oath and wrote my name in blood
Kill everything, got baby bodies floating in the tub
Natural Born Killa nigga, nothing ill as this
These knuckle-breathers stick the toothpick through the goldfish
You’s a sucka nigga, greener than a blade of grass
I take the half a phone book blew him for 30 bangs
Gotta get it, while the getting’s good
That Desert Eagle stainless steel, the handle cherry wood
I got that G-lock, 33 ladder works
I bag a bullet to your belly, make your bladder burst
Now you piss some blood, I’m fishing for grub
I’m in the water with the Great White, I’m whippin up
Don’t make me hop out with that thing and start spraying shit
Chopper bullets longer than the Section 8 waiting list

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Shine up all of the gun dere, keep dem shine and crisp
Cause if a nigga try to come in and try to get in the way
of how I feed my family and
Try to dig up in my pockets it’ll be a catastrophic little situation
And I’ll be leaving him laying dead and gone all in his own piss
Father bless me: Jesus Christ
Cause I’m about to go and commit my worst sin
Just know that whenever we gonna defend it and survival
Of the people that I love and all the people that I feed
And I’m ready to kill and massacre anything
Moving past me the rachett, I’m shootin’ muthafucka
Best believe I’m going in
See I go and I get it and then I STOP
Don’t speed rap this, let me walk it to em
This topic we addressing so serious: let me talk to em
Look at my baby die, while they smile at me playful
F-ck you think I’m gonna do when the hunger gets painful?
Every day I hit the street and I taste it like grapefruit
I ain’t eat your food yet – you better be grateful!
Be grateful that you had time to think that I overlooked it
And you had an extra day with it before I came and took it

[Hook]

[Pusha T]
Gotta get mine by any means
Malcolm X versus ML King
Marched in this bitch for kilo green
Tony locked up, let freedom ring
Free the mind, it’s beautiful
Ain’t freeze the watches, it’s 2 below
Ears are different, 2 below?
Got the rock on, super ho
Super fly, super paid
Niggas stunt hard as Super Dave
Yeah, where’s my key? You ain’t gotta ask me where’s the flea
In the pot, cooking base
MIAyo 808s: niggas wanna know why I link with Ace?
Black muthaf-cka with expensive taste
Hustle hard, bit like me
Ice cream man, nigga, just like P
Murder you muthaf-ckas, they like see
Move that ? just like D
Certified, walk the streets
Consequence, nigga, talk is cheap
You dont want a problem? Off the beef
Before I off his ass with his awful teeth

[Hook]

[Styles P]
Robbery turns into Murder 1
Murder 1: made it look like its robbery
.44 show you boys vagina like pornography
Put your friends, get a Benz, inside’s mahogany
Pretty bitch, let her stunt, classy suit
Nice shoes, smoke blowing, guns all around
Yeah the mob will meet. Now let’s keep it G
On some ref shit
We don’t trust each other, we don’t know each other’s address
I f-ck your girl, crack your safe, slash the mattress
Nigga, you a actor, you a bitch, you’s an actress
I go and get it, yeah G and G
I don’t give a f-ck, I hit your crib up with TNT

[Hook]