Heat - 50 Cent

50 Cent

专辑:《Get Rich Or Die Tryin' (Explicit)》

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Aye you want some of this sh*t"

"Naw I don't want that sh*t"

"I don't give a f**k I don't play dat sh*t"

"And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a ni**a"

"Man SHUT the f**k up"

"Whoa slow down slow down slow down"

"You see that brick house right there"

"That's the ni**a crib when he come out you gotta tighten his a** up"

"I'm get in the other car"

"Aight"

Heat

50 Cnet

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 motherf**kin 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

Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya f**kin 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 b**ch that's a good 'nuff reason

I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin

Sayin "Lord Jesus Help Me" cause they a** 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 sh*t I'm aight wit that

We reload them clips and come right back

It's a fact homie you go against me ya f**ked

I get the drop if you can duck ya luckier then Lady Luck

Look ni**a 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 a** lookfor me

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 motherf**kin 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

My heart bleeds for you ni**a I can't wait to get to you

Behind that twinkle in ya eyes I can see the b**ch in you

Ni**a 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 sh*t changed motherf**ker 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 f**kin 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 motherf**kin chains

Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains

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 motherf**kin 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

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 motherf**ker

Cuz my windows on my motherf**kin Benz is bulletproof ni**a

Cuz my motherf**kin vest is bulletproof ni**a

Cuz my motherf**kin hat is bulletproof ni**a

But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a f**kin concussion

Better that then a hole in the head right ni**a heh heh ha ha