Текст песни Heat - 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
that
shit,
and
I'm
finna
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's
crib
When
he
come
out
you,
gotta
tighten
his
ass
up
I'ma
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
with
them
thangs
out
I
do
what
I
gotta
do,
I
don't
care
I
if
get
caught
The
DA
can
play
this
motherfucking
tape
in
court
I'll
kill
you
I
ain't
playing,
hear
what
I'm
saying,
homie,
I
ain't
playing
Catch
you
slipping,
I'ma
kill
you
I
ain't
playing,
hear
what
I'm
saying,
homie
I
ain't
playing
Keep
thinking
I'm
candy
'til
ya
fucking
skull
get
popped
And
ya
brain
hop
out
the
top
like
Jack-in-the-box
In
the
hood
summer
time
is
the
killing
season
It's
hot
out
this
bitch,
that's
a
good
enough
reason
I've
seen
gangstas
get
religious
when
they
start
bleeding
Saying,
"Lord,
Jesus
help
me"
'cause
they
ass
leaking
When
they
window
roll
down
and
that
A.K.
come
out
You
can
squeeze
ya
little
handgun
'til
you
run
out
And
you
can
run
for
ya
backup
But
them
machine
gun
shells
gon'
tear
ya
back
up
God's
on
ya
side?
Shit,
I'm
aight
with
that
'Cause
we
gon'
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
than
Lady
Luck
Look,
nigga,
don't
think
you
safe
'cause
you
moved
out
the
hood
'Cause
ya
mama
still
around,
dawg,
and
that
ain't
good
If
you
was
smart
you'd
be
shook
of
me
'Cause
I
get
tired
of
looking
for
ya
Spray
ya
mama
crib
and
let
yo'
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
with
them
thangs
out
I
do
what
I
gotta
do,
I
don't
care
I
if
get
caught
The
DA
can
play
this
motherfucking
tape
in
court
I'll
kill
you
I
ain't
playing,
hear
what
I'm
saying,
homie,
I
ain't
playing
Catch
you
slipping,
I'ma
kill
you
I
ain't
playing,
hear
what
I'm
saying,
homie
I
ain't
playing
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
'til
the
sun
burn
out
If
I
die
today,
I'm
happy
how
my
life
turned
out
See
the
shootouts,
I
done
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
shot,
it
won't
do
him
no
good
With
a
pistol
I
define
the
definition
of
pain
If
you
survive
ya
bones'll
still
fucking
hurt
when
it
rains
Oh,
you
a
pro
at
playing
Battleship?
Well,
this
ain't
the
same
Little
homie,
this
is
a
whole
different
type
of
war
game
See
the
losers
end
up
in
shackles
and
motherfucking
chains
Or
laid
out
in
the
streets
leaking
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
with
them
thangs
out
I
do
what
I
gotta
do,
I
don't
care
I
if
get
caught
The
DA
can
play
this
motherfucking
tape
in
court
I'll
kill
you
I
ain't
playing,
hear
what
I'm
saying,
homie,
I
ain't
playing
Catch
you
slipping,
I'ma
kill
you
I
ain't
playing,
hear
what
I'm
saying,
homie
I
ain't
playing
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
testing
me
(Testing
me)
All
the
wrong
I've
done,
the
Lord
still
keep
on
blessing
me
(Blessing
me)
Finna
run
rap
'cause
Dr.
Dre
got
the
recipe
(Recipe,
recipe)
Yeah,
ha
ha,
hey
Dre!
You
got
me
feeling
real
bulletproof
up
in
this
motherfucker
'Cause
the
windows
on
my
motherfucking
Benz
is
bulletproof,
nigga
'Cause
my
motherfucking
vest
is
bulletproof,
nigga
'Cause
my
motherfucking
hat
is
bulletproof,
nigga
But
the
Doc
said
if
I
get
hit,
I
might
get
a
fucking
concussion
But
better
that
than
a
hole
in
the
head
right,
nigga?
Ha
ha
ha
ha
1 Don't Push Me
2 Don't Push Me
3 21 Questions
4 Like My Style
5 Like My Style
6 Like My Style
7 Blood Hound
8 Blood Hound
9 Wanksta - From "8 Mile" Soundtrack
10 P.I.M.P. (remix)
11 P.I.M.P. - Snoop Dogg Remix (Explicit)
12 Intro - 50 Cent / Get Rich Or Die Tryin
13 Blood Hound
14 Like My Style
15 21 Questions
16 Don't Push Me
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