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Published : April 03, 2008 |
Author : 50_Cents
Song Lyrics By : 50 Cents Lyrics | Total Views
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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"
"Whoa 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'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
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 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 jump 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 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 wit that
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 that 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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