50 Cent - Heat lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - Heat lyrics]
Man 1: Aye, you want some of this shit?
Man 2: Naw, I don't want that shit
Man 1: I don't give a fuck
I don't play that shit
And I'm finna' buss a cap in a nigga
Man 2: 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 car revs up
Gunshots
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you
With them thangs out i do what I gotta do
I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this
Motherfucking tape in court i'll kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie
I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'ma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying
Homie I ain't playing
Keep thinking I'm candy 'til ya
Fucking skull get popped
And ya brain hop out
The top like Jack-in-the-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch
That's a good enough reason
I've seen gangstas get religious
When they start bleeding saying "Lord
Jesus help me" 'cause they ass leaking
When that window roll down and
That AK come out
You can squeeze ya little handgun
Till you run out
And you can run for ya backup
But them machine gun shells gon'
Tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
'Cause we gon' 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 than Lady Luck
Look, nigga, don't think you safe 'cause you
Moved out the hood
'Cause ya mama still around, dawg
And that ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
'Cause I get tired of looking for ya
Spray ya mama crib and let yo ass look for me
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you
With them thangs out i do what I gotta do
I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this
Motherfucking tape in court i'll kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie
I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'ma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying
Homie I ain't playing
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 there'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
I done been in 'em 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 finna get shot
It won't do him no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still
Fucking hurt when it rains
Oh, you a pro at playing Battleship? Well
This ain't the same
Little homie this is a whole
Different type of war game
See the losers end up in
Shackles and motherfucking chains
Or laid out in the streets
Leaking out they brains
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you
With them thangs out i do what I gotta do
I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this
Motherfucking tape in court i'll kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie
I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'ma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying
Homie I ain't playing
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 testing me
(testing me) all the wrong I've done
The Lord still keep on blessing me
(blessing me)
Finna run rap 'cause Dr dre got the recipe
(recipe, recipe)
Yeah, ha ha, aye Dre
You got me feeling real bulletproof
Up in this motherfucker
'Cause the windows on my
Motherfucking Benz is bulletproof, nigga
'Cause my motherfucking vest is bulletproof
Nigga
'Cause my motherfucking hat is bulletproof
Nigga but the Doc said if I get hit
I might get a fucking concussion
But better that than a hole
In the head right, nigga? Ha ha ha ha
Man 2: Naw, I don't want that shit
Man 1: I don't give a fuck
I don't play that shit
And I'm finna' buss a cap in a nigga
Man 2: 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 car revs up
Gunshots
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you
With them thangs out i do what I gotta do
I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this
Motherfucking tape in court i'll kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie
I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'ma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying
Homie I ain't playing
Keep thinking I'm candy 'til ya
Fucking skull get popped
And ya brain hop out
The top like Jack-in-the-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch
That's a good enough reason
I've seen gangstas get religious
When they start bleeding saying "Lord
Jesus help me" 'cause they ass leaking
When that window roll down and
That AK come out
You can squeeze ya little handgun
Till you run out
And you can run for ya backup
But them machine gun shells gon'
Tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
'Cause we gon' 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 than Lady Luck
Look, nigga, don't think you safe 'cause you
Moved out the hood
'Cause ya mama still around, dawg
And that ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
'Cause I get tired of looking for ya
Spray ya mama crib and let yo ass look for me
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you
With them thangs out i do what I gotta do
I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this
Motherfucking tape in court i'll kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie
I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'ma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying
Homie I ain't playing
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 there'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
I done been in 'em 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 finna get shot
It won't do him no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still
Fucking hurt when it rains
Oh, you a pro at playing Battleship? Well
This ain't the same
Little homie this is a whole
Different type of war game
See the losers end up in
Shackles and motherfucking chains
Or laid out in the streets
Leaking out they brains
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you
With them thangs out i do what I gotta do
I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this
Motherfucking tape in court i'll kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie
I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'ma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying
Homie I ain't playing
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 testing me
(testing me) all the wrong I've done
The Lord still keep on blessing me
(blessing me)
Finna run rap 'cause Dr dre got the recipe
(recipe, recipe)
Yeah, ha ha, aye Dre
You got me feeling real bulletproof
Up in this motherfucker
'Cause the windows on my
Motherfucking Benz is bulletproof, nigga
'Cause my motherfucking vest is bulletproof
Nigga
'Cause my motherfucking hat is bulletproof
Nigga but the Doc said if I get hit
I might get a fucking concussion
But better that than a hole
In the head right, nigga? Ha ha ha ha