Jon Murdock - Heartbeat lyrics

(Pow) Big pipes sounding like thunder
This one and that one
Pulling out gats for fun
(Pow) Turn your back on me, get clapped
Very last nigga you should
Ever blast your gun
(Pow) Big pipes sounding like thunder
This one and that one
Pulling out gats for fun
(Pow) Turn your back on me, get clapped
Very last nigga you should
Ever blast your gun

Wack MCs should stand down
Foundation spit off rounds and blast sound
Things ain't the same as they used to be
Before, people pull it out but
Wouldn't use the heat
Now they blast at your chest
They blast at your neck
They blast for respect
They blast with the TEC
Kill for small change, rob for gold chains
Rip off your wristwatch and blow
You out the frame
Best thing's to run when they
Come with the gun
If you ain't holding one then
Sprint until your lungs
Feel like they about to burst
That's the only motherfucking way to keep
Your physical out the hearse
Five years for holding it, your whole life
I'm blowin' it
Rolling with a scolding hot ownership
Keep the stolen shit
Riding with the black gat under your seat
Hear sirens
Start crying 'cause you looking to beef
But, you think you 2Pac and you
A crook in the street
Your heart starts pumping
Look crooked and squeeze
Cops kick your door down
You're shook in the knees
Your whole life's gone, now
You begging him, "please, " they heard the
(Pow) Big pipes sounding like thunder
This one and that one
Pulling out gats for fun
(Pow) Turn your back on me, get clapped
Very last nigga you should
Ever blast your gun
(Pow) Big pipes sounding like thunder
This one and that one
Pulling out gats for fun
(Pow) Turn your back on me, get clapped
Very last nigga you should
Ever blast your gun