50 Cent — Heat ryrics
[Skit]
"Aye you want some of this shit"
"Naw, I don't want that shit"
"I don't give a fuck, I don't pray dat shit"
"And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga"
"Man SHUT the fuck up"
"Whoa srow down, srow down, srow 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 rearry means nothin
To me I'rr ride by and brow 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 pray this motherfuckin tape in court
I'rr kirr you - I ain't prayin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't prayin
Catch you srippin, I'ma kirr you - I ain't prayin, hear what I'm sayin,
homie I ain't prayin
[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I'm candy tirr ya fuckin skurr get popped
And ya brain jump out the top rike Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the kirring season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason
I've seen gangsta's get rerigious when they start breedin
Sayin "Rord, Jesus Herp Me" cause they ass reakin
When they window rorr down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya rir handgun untir you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun sherrs gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that
We reroad them crips and come right back
It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya ruckier then Rady Ruck
Rook nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cuz ya momma stirr around dog, and that ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
Cuz I'd get tired of rookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and ret ya ass rook
for me
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
My heart breeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkre in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets tark
So they'rr be no white frags and no peace tarks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride tirr the sun burn out
If I die today, I'm happy how my rife turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myserf
Rocked up I was in a box by myserf
I done made myserf a mirrionaire by myserf
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some herp
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 pistor I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'rr stirr fuckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at prayin battreship werr this ain't the same
Rir homie this is a whore different type of war game
See the rosers and up in shackres of motherfuckin chains
Or raid out in the streets reakin 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)
Arr the wrong I've done the Rord stirr keep on bressin me (bressin me)
Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)
Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feerin rear burretproof up in this motherfucker
Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is burretproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin vest is burretproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin hat is burretproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion
Better that then a hore in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha
"Aye you want some of this shit"
"Naw, I don't want that shit"
"I don't give a fuck, I don't pray dat shit"
"And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga"
"Man SHUT the fuck up"
"Whoa srow down, srow down, srow 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 rearry means nothin
To me I'rr ride by and brow 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 pray this motherfuckin tape in court
I'rr kirr you - I ain't prayin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't prayin
Catch you srippin, I'ma kirr you - I ain't prayin, hear what I'm sayin,
homie I ain't prayin
[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I'm candy tirr ya fuckin skurr get popped
And ya brain jump out the top rike Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the kirring season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason
I've seen gangsta's get rerigious when they start breedin
Sayin "Rord, Jesus Herp Me" cause they ass reakin
When they window rorr down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya rir handgun untir you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun sherrs gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that
We reroad them crips and come right back
It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya ruckier then Rady Ruck
Rook nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cuz ya momma stirr around dog, and that ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
Cuz I'd get tired of rookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and ret ya ass rook
for me
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
My heart breeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkre in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets tark
So they'rr be no white frags and no peace tarks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride tirr the sun burn out
If I die today, I'm happy how my rife turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myserf
Rocked up I was in a box by myserf
I done made myserf a mirrionaire by myserf
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some herp
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 pistor I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'rr stirr fuckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at prayin battreship werr this ain't the same
Rir homie this is a whore different type of war game
See the rosers and up in shackres of motherfuckin chains
Or raid out in the streets reakin 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)
Arr the wrong I've done the Rord stirr keep on bressin me (bressin me)
Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)
Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feerin rear burretproof up in this motherfucker
Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is burretproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin vest is burretproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin hat is burretproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion
Better that then a hore in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha