Heat 4 Yo Azz Lyrics - Singles - Celly Cel

[ VERSE 1 ] 

One by one goes the bullets in the clip 

Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit 

Heat comin from the barrel with a cloud of smoke 

Dead bodies on the ground when these fools get loc'ed 

It's crazy in the street, pack some heat for a sucker 

Mobbin through the town tryin to murder muthafuckas 

211's every day, liquor store and bank jobs 

D boys gettin robbed, niggas get jacked for they mobbs 

What's a nigga to do, can't survive without a gun 

Snitches in the street, a nigga livin on the run 

It's fun but the pen is like smokin sess 

Locked up on a 187'll make any nigga stress 

You can wear a vest, it won't stop two to the head 

Shot you in your face and now your ass is better off dead 

Talkin shit'll get you smoked quick 

No need to save a hoe because they can't live without dick 

So I focus on the mail, Celly Cel 

Ain't no playa-hatin nigga, I got too much heat to sell 

Fairy tales I never kick, it's gangsterism in my veins 

I kicked it with the O.G.'s pickin up on game: 

Get your money on, fuck a bitch and get ghost 

And keep one in the chamber for them fools that play you close 

Them Sick Wid' It niggas keep makin the beat 4 yo azz 

Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz 

[ CHORUS (2X) ] 

Some heat 4 yo azz 

Some heat 4 yo azz 

Them Sick Wid' It nigga got the beat 4 yo azz 

Some heat 4 yo azz 

Some heat 4 yo azz 

That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz 

[ VERSE 2 ] 

Them Sick Wid' It niggas got the beat up comin with some heat 

Them federal muthafuckas tryin to get a buck in the streets 

Every day a nigga want to test yo skill 

And playa-hatas hate to see a nigga comin real 

The H-i-double l-s-i-d-e 

Down with the P.G., niggas don't want to see me 

Act a fuckin fool, shootin up the city 

Happy on the trigger like my nigga Frank Nitty 

Let's get into the see thang, Hillside slang 

It's a Hillside thang from the Hillside, mang 

Smokin em like a chronic sack, rollin em in a zag 

Hittin em with the funk and zippin em up in bodybags 

Everywhere I go fools get to actin crazy 

want to let they nuts hang, thinkin they can fade me 

So I keep a life-long mug on my face 

Rollin with some heat, sippin on a straight lace 

A high speed chase, bank it in the side pocket 

Po-po's can't fuck with the 350 rocket 

Under my hood it's all good when I'm on the gas 

Checkin the rollers and the jackers that try to blast 

Tricks of the trade already made, gangster got it down 

Never panic under pressure when it's goin down 

Droppin a bomb, nigga, mobb beats 4 yo azz 

Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ VERSE 3 ] 

Breakin em off somethin proper for the nine-fo' 

In the do' is some of that heat 4 yo azz, hoe 

Little hoes and the don't-know's need to know 

A nigga that flow who ain't comin out the gate slow 

Pimpin and and pandlin, hoe handlin the whole bit 

Killers move in silence, nigga, I don't talk shit 

I see them loudmouth niggas keep gettin dead 

And the silent ones on 25 to life bids 

You gotta pack some heat in the street, it's goin down 

If you ain't down you better move to a square town 

Niggas talk shit, drink and smoke weed up 

Hit the county jail straight p.c.-ed up 

You never know who really down till the funk jump 

Same one that jump and the finger points at the punk 

And your crew wasn't down from the get-go 

Don't you know how that bitch-made nigga shit go? 

Hollow points get to the point quicker 

Cause talkin shit full of liquor thinkin that you're sicker 

Than the next nigga'll get you full of bullet holes 

Stayin on my toes and I just can't let go 

Of this mobb shit that I kick 4 yo azz 

Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz 

[ CHORUS ]