Heat 4 Yo Azz

One by one goes the bullets in the clip

Put it in yo' gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit

Heat comin' from the barrel wit' a cloud of smoke

Dead bodies on the ground when these fools get loc'ed

It's crazy in the street, pack some heat for a sucker

Mobbin' through the town tryna murder motherfuckers

211's every day, liquor store and bank jobs

D-boys gettin' robbed, **** get jacked for they mobbs

What's a **** to do? Can't survive without a gun

Snitches in the street, a **** livin' on the run

It's fun, but the pen is like smokin' sess

Locked up on a 1-87'll make any **** stress

You can wear a vest, it won't stop two to the head

Shot you in your face and now your ass is better off dead

Talkin' shit'll get you smoked quick

No need to save a ho because they can't live without dick

So I focus on the mail, Celly Cel

Ain't no playa-hatin' ****, I got too much heat to sell

Fairy tales I never kick, it's gangsterism in my veins

I kicked it with the O.G.'s pickin' up on game

Get your money on, fuck a bitch and get ghost

And keep one in the chamber for them fools that play you close

Them Sick Wid' It **** keep makin' the beat for yo' ass

Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky **** got some heat for yo' ass

Some heat for yo' ass, some heat for yo' ass

Them Sick Wid' It **** got the beat for yo' ass

Some heat for yo' ass, some heat for yo' ass

That **** Celly Cel got some heat for yo' ass

Them Sick Wid' It **** got the beat up comin' with some heat

Them federal motherfuckers tryna get a buck in the streets

Every day a **** wanna test yo skill

And playa-hatas hate to see a **** comin' real

The H-I-Double L-S-I-D-E

Down with the P.G., **** don't wanna see me

Act a fuckin' fool, shootin' up the city

Happy on the trigger like my ****, Frank Nitti

Let's get into the C thang, Hillside slang

It's a Hillside thang from the Hillside, mane

Smokin' 'em like a chronic sack, rollin' 'em in a zag

Hittin' 'em with the funk and zippin' 'em up in body bags

Everywhere I go, fools get to actin' crazy

Wanna let they nuts hang, thinkin' they can fade me

So I keep a life-long mug on my face

Rollin' with some heat, sippin on a straight lace

A high speed chase, bank it in the side pocket

Po-po's can't fuck with the .350 rocket

Under my hood it's all good when I'm on the gas

Checkin' the rollers and the jackers that try to blast

Tricks of the trade already made, gangster got it down

Never panic under pressure when it's goin' down

Droppin' a bomb, ****, mobb beats fo' yo' ass

Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky **** got some heat for yo' ass

Breakin' 'em off somethin' proper for the nine-fo'

In the do' is some of that heat for yo' ass, ho

Little hoes and the don't-know's need to know

A **** that flow who ain't comin' out the gate slow

Pimpin' and pandlin', ho handlin' the whole bit

Killers move in silence, ****, I don't talk shit

I see them loudmouth **** keep gettin' dead

And the silent ones on 25 to life bids

You gotta pack some heat in the street, it's goin' down

If you ain't down, you better move to a square town

**** talk shit, drink and smoke weed up

Hit the county jail straight P-C'd up

You never know who really down 'til the funk jump

Same one that jump and the finger points at the punk

And your crew wasn't down from the get-go

Don't you know how that bitch-made **** shit go?

Hollow points get to the point quicker

'Cause talkin' shit full of liquor thinkin' that you're sicker

Than the next ****'ll get you full of bullet holes

Stayin' on my toes and I just can't let go

Of this mobb shit that I kick for yo' ass

Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky **** got some heat for yo' ass