50 Cent - Heat lyrics

[Skit] "Aye you want some of this sh**" "Naw, I don't want that sh**" "I don't give a f**, I don't play dat sh**" "And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a n***a" "Man SHUT the f** up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "That's the n***a crib when he come out you gotta tighten his a** up" "I'ma get in the other car" "Aight" [a car revs up] [gunshots] [Chorus: 50 Cent] If there's beef, co*k 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 co*k it, no way you can stop it When n***as 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**in tape in court I'll k** you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin Catch you slippin, I'ma k** you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin [50 Cent] Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya f**in skull get popped And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box In the hood summer time is the k**ing season It's hot out this b**h 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** I'm aight wit that We reload them clips and come right back It's a fact homie, you go against me ya f**ed I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck Look n***a, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood Cuz ya momma still around dog, and that 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** look for me [Chorus] [50 Cent] My heart bleeds for you n***a, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the b**h in you n***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** changed motherf**er 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**in 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**in chains Or laid out in the streets leakin 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) 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**er Cuz my windows on my motherf**in Benz is bulletproof n***a Cuz my motherf**in vest is bulletproof n***a Cuz my motherf**in hat is bulletproof n***a But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a f**in concussion Better that then a hole in the head right n***a, heh heh ha ha