Heat
Album - Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
[gun shots]
bridge
If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin'
To me I ride by 'n blow ya brains out(brains out)
There's no time to cock it
No way you could stop it
When niggaz run up on you with them thangs out(thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care if I get caught
The D.A can play this mutherfuckin tape in court
I'll kill you...
corus
I ain't playing'
Hear what im sayin'
Homie I aint playin'
Catch you slippin' imma kill you
I ain't playin'
Hear what im sayin'
Homie I ain't playin'
Verse 1
Keep thinkin' im candy
'Til your fuckin' skull get popped
And your brain pop out the top, like Jack-in-the-box(yeh!)
In the hood, summer time is the killin' season
Is hot out this bitch, that's a good enough reason(whoo!)
I see gangstas get religious when they start bleedin'
Sayin' "Lord Jesus help me!"
Cuz they ass leavin'
When that window roll down and that AK come out
You could squeeze your little hand-gun 'til u run out
And you could run for your back-up
The machine-gun shells gon' tear your back up
God's on your side, shit im aight with that
Cuz we gon' reload them clips and come on right back
It's a fact homie
You go against me you fucked!
I hit the drop if you could duck yourluckier then lady luck
Look nigga
Don't make me say cuz you moved out the hood
Cuz your moma still around dawg and that ain't good
If you get smart you be shookin' me
Cuz I get tired of lookin' for you, spray your moma crib and let your ass look
for me
bridge
If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin'
To me I ride by 'n blow ya brains out(brains out)
There's no time to cock it
No way you could stop it
When niggaz run up on you with them thangs out(thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care if I get caught
The D.A can play this mutherfuckin tape in court
I'll kill you...
corus
I ain't playing'
Hear what im sayin'
Homie I aint playin'
Catch you slippin' imma kill you
I ain't playin'
Hear what im sayin'
Homie I ain't playin'
Verse 2
My heart bleeds for you nigga
I can't wait to get to you
Behind the twinkle in your eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
Cuz they'll be no white flags, and no peace talk
I got my back against the wind
I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out
If I die today i'm happy how my life turned out
See the shoot outs I done been in them by myself
Locked up I was in a box, by myself
Ida made myself a millionaire, by myself
Now shit changed muthafucka, I can hire some help
Ida heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But you shoot a friend and get shot at, it won't do you no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive, your bones still fuckin' hurt when it rains
Oh you a pro at playin' battle-ship, well this ain't the same
Lil' homie this a whole different type of role game
See the losers end up in shackels and muthafuckin' chains
Or laid out in the street, leakin' out they brains
bridge
If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin'
To me I ride by 'n blow ya brains out(brains out)
There's no time to cock it
No way you could stop it
When niggaz run up on you with them thangs out(thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care if I get caught
The D.A can play this mutherfuckin tape in court
I'll kill you...
corus
I ain't playing'
Hear what im sayin'
Homie I aint playin'
Catch you slippin' imma kill you
I ain't playin'
Hear what im sayin'
Homie I ain't playin'
Verse 3
After the fist-fight is gun fire boy you get the best of me
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin' me
All the wrong i've done the Lord still keeps on blessin' me
Fill the wrong wrap cuz Dr.Dre got the recipe(recipe)
Yeh...haha
Ay Dre!
You got me feelin' real bullet proof up in this muthafucka
Cuz the windows on my muthafuckin' Benz is bullet proof nigga
Cuz my muthafuckin' vest is bullet proof nigga
Cuz my muthafuckin' hat is bullet proof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin' cuncusion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga?
hahahaha
Added 10/30/2011
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U Not Like Me (Bonus)
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