50 Cent - Heat (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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50 Cent - Heat (en) Lyrics
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If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it,
no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you
with them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don't
care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking
tape in court
I'll kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying,
homie, I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm
saying, homie I ain't playing
Keep thinking I'm candy 'till
ya fucking skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the
top like Jack-in-the-box
In the hood summer time
is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's
a good enough reason
I've seen gangstas get religious
when they start bleeding
Saying "Lord, Jesus help me"
cause they ass leaking
When they window roll down
and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya little handgun
until you run out
And you can run for ya backup
But them machine gun shells
gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit,
I'm aight with that
Cause we gon' 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
Cause ya mama still around,
dawg, and that ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
Cause I'd get tired of looking
for ya, spray ya mama crib
And let ya ass look for me
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 shot,
it won't do him no good
With a pistol I define the
definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still
fucking hurt when it rain
Oh, you a pro at playing battleship?
Well, this ain't the same
Little homie this is a whole
different type of war game
See the losers end up in shackles
and motherfucking chains
Or laid out in the streets
leaking out they brains
After the fist fights it's gunfire,
boy, you get the best of me
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest
you don't go testing me
All the wrong I've done the Lord
still keep on blessing me
Fin'nin to run rap cause
Dr. Dre got the recipe
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