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