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    "Heads Up" Lyrics

    Baby feat. Birdman

    track 12
    Birdman [2002]
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    (feat. The D Boys)

    [Chorus (Baby)]
    I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)
    You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)
    They walking through the court man (Heads up!)
    You better stash your dope man (Heads up!)

    I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)
    You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)
    They walking through the court man (Heads up!)
    You better stash your dope man (Heads up!)

    Aye, I heard it was a murder (murder)
    Robbing and kidnapping
    Lil one with that jaw jacking
    Saying that he stacking - ain't packing
    That tool go to clapping
    You hear that "click:pow"
    Move out before the "click, click:pow"

    Man I don't like that nigga anyway
    I heard he been ratting

    We can drag him to the river Stone

    Nah, leave him for Atrice

    Look, I'm a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum (slow down)
    I came with the four pounds (pounds)
    So fucking let it go down (go down)
    I'm tired of them niggas talking
    I'm letting the trigga sparker
    Bull dog barking - Cadillac done did em' awful

    He ratting, stooping, bitching, and busting balls
    Say Lac, I'ma send this nigga to the mall (It is what it is)
    Its one way in dog - Heads up!
    Grab on them K-9 dogs


    Stunna a street nigga, straight up
    Make him act as money
    And I don't sleep nigga
    I stay up in a black 600
    I play for keeps nigga (so pay up, ain't jacking nothing)
    The price is cheap nigga (Heads up! Crackers coming)

    See I'm a known D Boy so they hits my spot
    Put my homies on they knees and they check for rocks
    So we change stash spots cause the blocks is hot
    On the rag-less cars so they can't clip my spots

    The Caprice's on the block moving slow-ly (slow-ly)
    That's the mother fucking po-lice
    Here come the laws nigga heads up (heads up)
    Better raise up (raise up) Big chips if ya made something

    Move, move out nigga
    They coming through (what about the traffic daddy?)
    Nigga, fuck you!
    Heads up you know what to do
    You best to break, run, cause nigga they coming through


    They told me put my hands on the car and show me your hands
    I had some raw in my draws so I broke out and ran
    I can't afford to be busted til my money advance
    But I'm running with the Birdman - so I'm straight nigga

    I'm on the block with the rocks and the 44
    Its hot and we still burn a pound of dro'
    Million stashed in the trunk or compartment doors
    A hundred birds stashed in a Bentley four door

    I'm sticking to Tha G-Code - Tees and Bauts
    Break it up (?) covered in rocks
    Got a bitch on every exit that's holding my blocks
    And I drive a (?) but keep my Lexus by my older shops
    Streets watching - I know that's why I'm on my shit
    When them people riding with four doors - up my click
    Showing them off to rookie cops to watch out for me
    And I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me

    [Chorus (Fades to Baby talking)]
    This song was submitted on April 9th, 2005 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Phalon Alexander, Bryan Williams, Kedrick Moore, A. Nelson, D Boys.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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