G Rocka - Irregular Heartbeat lyrics

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G Rocka - Irregular Heartbeat lyrics

[Produced by Medi and G Rocka] [Hook: 50 Cent] n***a, you p**y, you scared I can hear your heartbeat Why the f** would you come around here? I can hear your heartbeat Yeah, you know a dog sense fear I can hear your heartbeat You bark while we bite around here I can hear your heartbeat [Verse 1: 50 Cent] We ain't cut from the same cloth, we into different sh** I want the bread, you want the b**h Come out your mouth slick I'll get you hit My n***as hungry, they hit a lick f** who you're with, n***as'll dump a clip We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid I caught a A1 felony on my last bid Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that sh** You think my rap sh** a gimmick, I ain't seen parole in a minute Truth be told these n***as is hoes Once the sh** set off, man, anything goes Through the windows of your soul, the eyes never lie If you ain't scared to die, n***a, why would you cry? [Hook] [Verse 2: Jadakiss] 30 something and you ain't never open your mouth yet Social media is giving cowards an outlet See him in person, say something, I doubt that Rather get caught with it than get caught without that Trying to back peddle and stumble on the curve You stayin' at the ground, you mumblin' your words Literally I can see your heart pumpin' through your shirt p**y your whole life, you always been a bird Scared for so long it's all up in your nerves Screw 9-1-1, you probably call up the reserves And I'm k**in' you first, if we ever do a purge And you know what it is, kid, whenever we emerge And I'm tragical, traumatical, no match, incompatible n***a, you vaginal [Hook] [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] Money for bail, money to bail Dead or in jail, Heaven or Hell FEDs on my coat tail, snitches given court tales Kept fate when all hope fail n***as rattin', all they missin' is the tail like Mickey Mouse Call me Mickey Mantle when I bat you in the mouth I bring them hammers out, we ain't trying to build a house n***as on them songs rappin' sh** they ain't about I'm from the N-O, we don't scrap, we bang it out Bang, I'm the one that came in your house for the chickens Left a n***a brains hangin' out like we chillin' Stankin' like shipments, over my shillings Up your security, Rida gang in the building [Hook]

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