Baby Aka #1 Stunna - Heads Up Lyrics
[chorus (baby)]I hear them people coming daddy (heads up!)You better get to running daddy (heads up!)They walking through the court man (heads up!)You better stash your dope man (heads up!)[lac]I hear them people coming daddy (heads up!)You better get to running daddy (heads up!)They walking through the court man (heads up!)You better stash your dope man (heads up!)[baby]Aye, I heard it was a murder (murder)Robbing and kidnappingLil one with that jaw jackingSaying that he stacking - aint packingThat tool go to clappingYou hear that click:powMove out before the click, click:pow[stone]Man I dont like that nigga anywayI heard he been ratting[lac]We can drag him to the river stone[stone]Nah, leave him for atrice[lac]Look, Im a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum (slow down)I came with the four pounds (pounds)So *****ing let it go down (go down)Im tired of them niggas talkingIm letting the trigga sparkerBull dog barking - cadillac done did em awful[baby]He ratting, stooping, *****ing, and busting ballsSay lac, ima send this nigga to the mall (it is what it is)Its one way in dog - heads up!Grab on them k-9 dogs[chorus][stone]Stunna a street nigga, straight upMake him act as moneyAnd I dont sleep niggaI stay up in a black 600I play for keeps nigga (so pay up, aint jacking nothing)The price is cheap nigga (heads up! crackers coming)[baby]See Im a known d boy so they hits my spotPut my homies on they knees and they check for rocksSo we change stash spots cause the blocks is hotOn the rag-less cars so they cant clip my spots[lac]The caprices on the block moving slow-ly (slow-ly)Thats the mother *****ing po-liceHere come the laws nigga heads up (heads up)Better raise up (raise up) big chips if ya made something[baby]Move, move out niggaThey coming through (what about the traffic daddy? )Nigga, ***** you!Heads up you know what to doYou best to break, run, cause nigga they coming through[chorus][lac]They told me put my hands on the car and show me your handsI had some raw in my draws so I broke out and ranI cant afford to be busted til my money advanceBut Im running with the birdman - so Im straight nigga[baby]Im on the block with the rocks and the 44Its hot and we still burn a pound of droMillion stashed in the trunk or compartment doorsA hundred birds stashed in a bentley four door[stone]Im sticking to tha g-code - tees and bautsBreak it up (? ) covered in rocksGot a ***** on every exit thats holding my blocksAnd I drive a (? ) but keep my lexus by my older shopsStreets watching - I know thats why Im on my shitWhen them people riding with four doors - up my clickShowing them off to rookie cops to watch out for meAnd I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me[chorus (fades to baby talking)]
