Heat lyrics

Artist  : 50 Cent 
Song : Heat



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[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