50 Cent - Heat Lyrics

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("Aye you want some of this shit?

I don't want that shit

I don't give a fuck I don't play dat shit

And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga

Man shut the fuck up

Slow down slow down slow down

You see that brick house right there?

That's the nigga crib

When he come out you gotta tighten' his ass up

I'm a get in the other car

Alright!")

If there's beef cock it and dump it

The drama really means nothin' to me

I'll ride by and blow ya brains out

(Brains out)

There's no time to cock it no way you can stop it

When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

(Thangs out)

I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught

The D A can't play this motherfuckin' tape in court

I'll kill you

(I ain't playin' hear what I'm sayin'? Homie I ain't playin')

Catch you slippin' I'm a kill you

(I ain't playin' hear what I'm sayin'? Homie I ain't playin')

Keep thinkin' I'm candy till ya fuckin' skull get popped

And ya brain jump out the top like jack in da box

In the hood summer time is the killin' season

It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason

I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin'

Sayin' "Lord Jesus help me" 'cause they ass leakin'

When that window roll down and that A K come out

You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out

And you can run for ya back-up

But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up

God's on ya side shit I'm aight with that

'Cuz we reload them clips and come right back

It's a fact homie you go against me ya fucked

I get the drop if you can duck ya luckier then lady luck

Look nigga don't think you safe 'cause you moved out the hood

'Cuz ya momma still around dog and daddy ain't good

If you was smart you'd be shook of me

'Cuz I'd get tired of lookin' for ya spray ya momma crib

And let ya ass look for me

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If there's beef cock it and dump it

The drama really means nothin'

To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out

(Brains out)

There's no time to cock it no way you can stop it

When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

(Thangs out)

I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught

The D A can't play this motherfuckin' tape in court

I'll kill you

(I ain't playin' hear what I'm sayin'? Homie I ain't playin')

Catch you slippin' I'ma kill you

(I ain't playin' hear what I'm sayin'? Homie I ain't playin')

My heart bleeds for you nigga I can't wait to get to you

Behind that twinkle in ya eyes I can see the bitch in you

Nigga you know the streets talk

So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks

I got my back against the wind

I'm down to ride till the sun burn out

If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out

See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself

Locked up I was in a box by myself

I done made myself a millionaire by myself

Now shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help

I done heard about the fifty grand you put in the hood

But ya shooter fin'nin to get shot it won't do 'em no good

With a pistol I define the definition of pain

If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin' hurt when it rains

Oh you a pro at playin' battleship well this ain't the same

Lil' homie this is a whole different type of war game

See the losers end up in shackles of motherfuckin' chains

Or laid out in the street leakin' out their brains

If there's beef cock it and dump it

The drama really means nothin'

To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out

(Brains out)

There's no time to cock it no way you can stop it

When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

(Thangs out)

I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught

The D A can play this motherfuckin' tape in court

I'll kill you

(I ain't playin' hear what I'm sayin'? Homie I ain't playin')

Catch you slippin' I'ma kill you

(I ain't playin' hear what I'm sayin'? Homie I ain't playin')

After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me

(Best of me)

If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin' me

(Testin' me)

All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin' me

(Blessin' me)

Fin'nin to run rap 'cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe

(The recipe recipe)

Yeah uh ha aye Dre

You got me feelin' real bulletproof up in this motherfucker

'Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin' Benz is bulletproof nigga

'Cuz my motherfuckin' vest is bulletproof nigga

'Cuz my motherfuckin' hat is bulletproof nigga

But the doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin' concussion

Better that then a hole in the head right nigga

Ha ha ha ha

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