Heat Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Trying - 50 Cent

{Aye you want some of this shit 

Naw, I don't want that shit 

I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit 

And I'm fin'nin' to buss a cap in a nigga 

Man shut the fuck up} 

{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? m a get in the other car, aight} 

If there's beef, cock it and dump it 

The drama really means nothing to me 

I'll ride by and blow ya 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 

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I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught 

The DA can play this motherfuckin' 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? 

Keep thinkin' I'm candy till ya fuckin' skull get popped 

And ya brain hop 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"? cuz they ass leakin' 

When they window roll down and that A.K. come out 

You can squeeze ya ill 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? Cause we gon reload them clips and come right back 

It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked 

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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 

Cuz ya momma still around dog, and that ain't good 

If you was smart you'd be sof me 

Cuz I'd get tired of lookin' for ya 

Spray ya momma crib 

And let ya ass look for me 

If there's beef, cock it and dump it 

The drama really means nothing to me 

I'll ride by and blow ya 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 

I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught 

The DA can play this motherfuckin? 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? 

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 em by myself 

Locked up I was in a box by myself 

I done made myself a millionaire by myself 

Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help 

I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood 

But ya shooter finna 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 fuckin' hurt when it rains 

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 motherfuckin? chains 

Or laid out in the streets leakin' out they brains 

If there's beef, cock it and dump it 

The drama really means nothing to me 

I'll ride by and blow ya 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 

I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught 

The DA can play this motherfuckin? tape in court 

I'll kill you, I ain't playin? 

Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin 

Catch you slippin', Ima kill you, I ain't playin? 

Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin? 

After the fist fights, it's gunfire 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 keep on blessin' me 

Finna run rap 'cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe 

Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre 

You got me feelin' real bulletproof up in this motherfucker? Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin? Benz is bulletproof nigga? Cuz my motherfuckin? vest is bulletproof nigga? Cuz my motherfuckin? hat is bulletproof nigga 

But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin' concussion 

Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha