Heat 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 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