Heat
Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin'
Release Date: 2/6/03
Label: Aftermath Records
Explicit version of "Heat" lyrics
{Aye you want some of this s***
Naw
I don't give a f***
And I'm fin'nin' to buss a cap in a nigga
Man shut the f*** up}
{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’m a get in the other car
If there's b***
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to c*** it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out
I do what I gotta do
The DA can play this motherfuckin' tape in court
I'll kill you
Hear what I'm sayin'
Catch you slippin'
Hear what I'm sayin’
Keep thinkin' I'm candy till ya f*****' 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**** that's a good 'nuff reason
I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin'
Sayin’
When they window roll down and that A
You can squeeze ya ill 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
‘Cause we gon’ reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact homie
I get the drop
Look nigga
‘Cuz ya momma still around dog
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
If there's b***
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to c*** it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out
I do what I gotta do
The DA can play this motherfuckin’ tape in court
I'll kill you
Hear what I'm sayin’
Catch you slippin'
Hear what I'm sayin’
My heart bleeds for you nigga
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes
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
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*****' hurt when it rains
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
If there's b***
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to c*** it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out
I do what I gotta do
The DA can play this motherfuckin’ tape in court
I'll kill you
Hear what I'm sayin’
Catch you slippin'
Hear what I'm sayin’
After the fist fights
If you don't wanna get shot
All the wrong I've done
Fin’nin’ to run rap 'cuz Dr
Yeah
You got me feelin' real bulletproof up in this m***********
‘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 f*****' concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga
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