50 Cent - Heat Lyrics
[skit]Aye you want some of this shitNaw, I dont want that shitI dont give a *****, I dont play dat shitAnd Im finnin to buss a cap in a niggaMan shut the ***** upSlow down, slow down, slow downYou see that brick house right thereThats the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass upIma get in the other carAight [a car revs up][gunshots][chorus: 50 cent]If theres beef, ***** it and dump it, the drama really means nothinTo me Ill ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)Theres no time to ***** it, no way you can stop itWhen niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)I do what I gotta do I dont care I if get caughtThe da can play this mother*****in tape in courtIll kill you - I aint playin, hear what Im sayin, homie I aint playinCatch you slippin, ima kill you - I aint playin, hear what Im sayin,Homie I aint playin[50 cent]Keep thinkin Im candy till ya *****in skull get poppedAnd ya brain hop out the top like jack-in-da-box (yeah!)In the hood summer time is the killing season (wooh!)Its hot out this ***** thats a good nuff reasonIve seen gangstas get religious when they start bleedinSayin lord, jesus help me cause they ass leakinWhen they window roll down and that a.k. come outYou can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run outAnd you can run for ya back-upBut them machine gun shells gone tear ya back upGods on ya side, shit Im aight wit thatCause we gonna reload them clips and come right backIts a fact homie, you go against me ya *****edI get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then lady luckLook nigga, dont think you safe cause you moved out the hoodCuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy aint goodIf you was smart youd be shook of meCuz Id get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass lookFor me[chorus][50 cent]My heart bleeds for you nigga, I cant wait to get to youBehind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the ***** in youNigga you know the streets talkSo theyll be no white flags and no peace talksI got my back against the wind, Im down to ride till the sun burn outIf I die today, Im happy how my life turned outSee the shootouts that Ive been in Im by myselfLocked up I was in a box by myselfI done made myself a millionaire by myselfNow, shit changed mother*****er I can hire some helpI done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hoodBut ya shooter finnin to get get shot it wont do em no goodWith a pistol I define the definition of painIf you survive ya bonesll still *****in hurt when it rainOh you a pro at playin battleship well this aint the sameLil homie this is a whole different type of war gameSee the losers and up in shackles of mother*****in chainsOr laid out in the streets leakin out they brains[chorus][50 cent]After the fist fights its gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)If you dont wanna get shot I suggest you dont go testin me (testin me)All the wrong Ive done the lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)Finnin to run rap cuz dr. dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)Yeah, haha, aye dreYou got me feelin real bulletproof up in this mother*****erCuz my windows on my mother*****in benz is bulletproof niggaCuz my mother*****in vest is bulletproof niggaCuz my mother*****in hat is bulletproof niggaBut the doc said if I get hit I might get a *****in concussionBetter that then a hole in the head right nigga, haha ha ha
