50 Cent Lyrics
"Heat"
[Skit]
"Aye you want some of this
shit"
"Naw, 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"
"see that brick house right there"
"That's
the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up"
"I'ma
get in the other car"
"Aight" [a car revs up]
[gunshots]
[Chorus:
50 Cent]
If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin
Cause
me, I ride by and blow your brains out(brains out)
There's no time to cock
it, one 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 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
[50 Cent]
Keep
thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped
And ya brain right out the
top like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the killing 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 they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze
ya lil handgun til' 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 wit
that
Cause we gon'reload them clips and come on 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
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
[Chorus]
[50
Cent]
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 50 grand you
put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get 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 rain
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 and up in shackles
of motherfuckin chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains
[Chorus]
[50
Cent]
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, heh heh ha ha
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