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    50 Cent / Lyrics

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    "Heat" Lyrics

    50 Cent

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    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
    Duration:00:03:52
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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 on the nigga"
    "Man SHUT the fuck up"
    "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 D.A. 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 hop out the top like Jack-in-da-box (yeah!)
    In the hood summer time is the killing season
    It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason (wooh!)
    I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin
    Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin
    When that 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
    Cause we gonna 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 dat 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 yo 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 yo 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 motherfucka 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 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 and 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, haha, aye Dre
    You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucka
    Cuz the 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
    But better that then a hole in the head right nigga, haha ha ha
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Curtis Jackson, Andre Young, Michael Elizondo.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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