50 Cent - Heat lyrics

Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin (2003)

[Skit]
"Aye you want some of this shit"
"Naw, I do not want that shit"
"I do not give a f*ck, I do not play dat shit"
"And I am fin´nin to buss a cap on the nigga"
"Man SHUT the f*ck up"
"Slow down, slow down, slow down"
"You see that brick house right there"
"That is the nigga crib when he come out you´ve got to tighten his ass up"
"I ama get in the other car"
"Aight" [a car revs up]
[gunshots]

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If theres beef, cock it & dump it, the drama really means nothin
To me I will ride by & blow ya brains out (brains out)
Theres 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´ve got to do I do not care I if get caught
The D.A. can play this motherf*ckin tape in court
I will kill you - I aint playin, hear what I am sayin, homie I aint playin
Catch you slippin, I ama kill you - I aint playin, hear what I am sayin,
homie I aint playin

[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I am candy until ya f*ckin skull get popped
And ya brain hop out the top like Jack-in-da-box (yea!)
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It is hot out this bitch that is a good ´nuff reason (wooh!)
I have seen gangsta´s get religious when they start bleedin
Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin
When that window roll down & that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya lil handgun till 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 am aight wit that
Cause we going to reload them clips & come right back
It is a fact homie, you go against me ya f*cked
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, & dat aint good
If you was smart you would be shook of me
Cuz I would get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, & let yo ass look
for me

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
My heart bleeds for you nigga, I cannot 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 will be no white flags & no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I am down to ride until the sun burn out
If I die today, I am happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I have been in I am by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherf*cka I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shootin´ fin´nin to get get shot it wouldn´t do em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones´ll still f*ckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this aint the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers & up in shackles & motherf*ckin chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin´ out they brains

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
After the fist fights it is gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
If you do not want to get shot I suggest you do not go testin me (testin me)
All the wrong I have done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)
Fin´nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)

Yea, haha, aye Dre
You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherf*cka
Cuz the windows on my motherf*ckin Benz is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherf*ckin vest is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherf*ckin hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a f*ckin concussion
But better that then a hole in the head right nigga, haha ha ha

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