Heat

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