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50 CENT lyrics : "Heat"

[Skit]
"Aye you want some of this %#@!"
"Naw, I don't want that %#@!"

"I don't give a $#&@, I don't play dat %#@!"
"And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a ^!$$%"
"Man SHUT the $#&@ up"

"Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down"
"You see that brick house right there"
"That's the ^!$$% crib when he come out you gotta tighten his $$# up"

"I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight" [a car revs up]
[gunshots]


[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If there's beef, @@#! 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 @@#! it, no way you can stop it
When ^!$$%s 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 mother$#&@in 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 $#&@in 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 (*##$ that's a good 'nuff reason
I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin

Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they $$# 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, %#@! I'm aight wit that

We reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact homie, you go against me ya $#&@ed
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck

Look ^!$$%, 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 $$# look
for me


[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

My heart bleeds for you ^!$$%, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the (*##$ in you
^!$$% 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, %#@! changed mother$#&@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 $#&@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 mother$#&@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 mother$#&@er
Cuz my windows on my mother$#&@in Benz is bulletproof ^!$$%
Cuz my mother$#&@in vest is bulletproof ^!$$%
Cuz my mother$#&@in hat is bulletproof ^!$$%

But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a $#&@in concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right ^!$$%, heh heh ha ha

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