Heat

Aye, you want some of this shit?

Nah, I don't want that shit

I don't give a fuck

I'ma play that shit, and I'm finna' buss a cap in a ****

Man, shut the fuck up

Slow down, slow down, slow down

You see that brick house right there? That's the **** 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

This 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 **** run up on you with 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'

Keep thinkin' I'm candy 'till ya fuckin' skull get popped

And ya brain hop out the top like Jack-in-the-box (Yeah)

In the hood summertime is the killin' season

It's hot out this bitch, that's a good enough reason (Woo)

I've seen gangstas get religious when they start bleedin'

Saying, "Lord Jesus help me" 'cause they ass leakin'

When they window roll down and that AK come out

You can squeeze ya little handgun until you run out

And you can run for ya backup

Them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up

God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that

'Cause we gon' reload them clips and comin' 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, ****, 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 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 **** run up on you with 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' Imma kill you, I ain't playin'

Hear what I'm sayin', homie I ain't playin'

My heart bleeds for you, ****, I can't wait to get to you

Behind that twinkle in ya eyes I can see the bitch in you

****, you know the streets talk

So they'll be no white flags and no peace talk

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 fifty 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 a whole different type of war game

See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking chains

Or laid out in the street leaking out they brains

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 **** run up on you with 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'

After the fist fight, it's gunfire boy, you get the best of me (Get the best of me)

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)

Finna run rap cause Dr. Dre got the recipe (Recipe, recipe)

Yeah, ha-ha, aye Dre

You got me feelin' real bulletproof up in this motherfucker

'Cause the windows on my motherfuckin' Benz is bulletproof, ****

'Cause my motherfuckin' vest is bulletproof, ****

'Cause my motherfuckin' hat is bulletproof, ****

But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin' concussion

But better that then a hole in the head, right, ****?

Ha-ha, ha-ha