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Текст песни 50 Cent - Heat

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(Skit)"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""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 nothinTo me I`ll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)There`s no time to cock it, no way you can stop itWhen niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)I do what I gotta do I don`t care I if get caughtThe DA can play this motherfuckin tape in courtI`ll kill you - I ain`t playin, hear what I`m sayin, homie I ain`t playinCatch 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 fuckin skull get poppedAnd ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-boxIn the hood summer time is the killing seasonIt`s hot out this bitch that`s a good `nuff reasonI`ve seen gangsta`s get religious when they start bleedinSayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakinWhen they window roll down and that A.K. come outYou can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run outAnd you can run for ya back-upBut them machine gun shells gone tear ya back upGod`s on ya side, shit I`m aight wit thatWe reload them clips and come right backIt`s a fact homie, you go against me ya fuckedI get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady LuckLook nigga, don`t think you safe cause you moved out the hoodCuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain`t goodIf you was smart you`d be shook of meCuz 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 youBehind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in youNigga you know the streets talkSo they`ll be no white flags and no peace talksI got my back against the wind, I`m down to ride till the sun burn outIf I die today, I`m happy how my life turned outSee the shootouts that I`ve been in I`m by myselfLocked up I was in a box by myselfI done made myself a millionaire by myselfNow, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some helpI done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hoodBut ya shooter fin`nin to get get shot it won`t do `em no goodWith a pistol I define the definition of painIf you survive ya bones`ll still fuckin hurt when it rainOh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain`t the sameLil homie this is a whole different type of war gameSee the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chainsOr 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 DreYou got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfuckerCuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof niggaCuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof niggaCuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof niggaBut the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussionBetter that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha

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