50 Cent - Heat - ringtone
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21 sec - Jan 31, 2008
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Full Song Lyrics:
Skit
Aye you want some of this shit
Naw, I don't want that shit
I don't give a fk, I don't play dat shit
And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga
Man SHUT the fk up
Whoa slow down, slow down, 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'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 really means nothin
To me I'll ride by and blow 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 play this motherfkin tape in court
I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin
Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin,
homie I ain't playin
50 Cent
Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fkin 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 bitch that's a good 'nuff reason
I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin
Sayin Lord, Jesus Help Me cause they ass 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, shit I'm aight wit that
We reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
'cause ya momma still around dog, and that ain't good
Heat lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
'cause I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look for me
Chorus
50 Cent
My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
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, shit changed motherfker I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to 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 fkin 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 end up in shackles of motherfkin 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 'cause Dr. Dre got the recipe the recipe, recipe
Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfker
'cause my windows on my motherfkin Benz is bulletproof nigga
'cause my motherfkin vest is bulletproof nigga
'cause my motherfkin hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fkin concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha
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