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Les paroles de Heat
| | | Artiste: | 50 Cent |
| | Album: | Get Rich Or Die Tryin' (2003) | | Titre: | Heat | | | | Date d'ajout: | 24/02/2008 | | Vues: | 455 fois | | | | Paroles: | (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 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 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
[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya
fuckin 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
fucked
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 daddy 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 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 motherfucker 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 fuckin 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 motherfuckin 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 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 | | | |
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