Heat
50 Cent
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"Ayy, you want some of this shit?" "Naw, I don't want that shit" "I don't give a f*ck, I don't play that shit And I'm finna buss a cap on a nigga" "Man, shut the f*ck up Slow down, slow down, slow down You see that brick house right there? That's the nigga crib When he come out just tighten his ass up I'ma get in the other car" "Aight" 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 with them thangs out (thangs out) I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught The DA 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' Keep thinkin' I'm candy, 'til ya fuckin' skull get popped And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-the-box (yeah) In the hood summer time is the killin' season It's hot out this bitch that's a good enough reason (woo) I've seen gangstas get religious when they start bleedin' Sayin', "Lord, Jesus help me," 'cause they ass leakin' When they window roll down and that AK come out You can squeeze ya little handgun 'til you run out And you can run for ya backup But them machine gun shells gon' tear ya back up God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that 'Cause we gon' 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 than Lady Luck Look, nigga, don't think you safe 'cause you moved out the hood 'Cause ya mama still around, dog, and that ain't good If you was smart you'd be shook of me 'Cause I'd get tired of lookin' for ya, spray ya mama crib And let yo' ass look for me 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 with them thangs out (thangs out) I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught The DA 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' My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in yo' 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 'til the sun burn out If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out See the shootouts that I'm been in 'em 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 finna get shot, it won't do him 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 Little homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers end up in shackles and motherfuckin' chains Or laid out in the streets leakin' out they 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 with them thangs out (thangs out) I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught The DA 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 (you get the best of me) If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin' me (go testin' me) All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin' me (blessin' me) Finna run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the recipe (recipe, recipe) Yeah, haha, ayy Dre Got me feelin' real bulletproof up in this motherfucker 'Cause the windows on my motherfuckin' Benz is bulletproof, nigga 'Cause my motherfuckin' vest is bulletproof, nigga 'Cause my motherfuckin' hat is bulletproof, nigga But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin' concussion But better that then a hole in the head right, nigga? Hahahaha
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Written by: Curtis James Jackson, Theron Otis Feemster, Michael A. Elizondo, Andre Romell Young, Thomas Joseph Jr. Coster
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