Heat (Short Version)-C-Mos(Olivier Abbeloos)

Heat (Short Version) - C-Mos(Olivier Abbeloos) "Aye you want some of this sh*t" "No, I don't want that sh*t" "I don't give a f**k, I don't play that sh*t" "And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a ni**a" "Man shut the f**k up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "That's the ni**a crib when he come out you gotta tighten his a** up" "I'ma get in the other car" "Alright" (a car revs up) [Chorus: 50 Cent] 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 (brains out) There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them things out (things out) I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherf**king 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 [50 Cent] Keep thinking I'm candy till ya f**king skull get popped And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this b**ch that's a good 'nough reason I've seen gangster's get religious when they start bleeding Saying "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they a** leaking When they window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya lil' handgun until you run out And you can run for ya back-up But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up God's on ya side, sh*t I'm alright with that We reload them clips and come right back It's a fact homie, you go against me ya f**ked I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck Look ni**a, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood 'Cause ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good If you was smart you'd be shook of me Cause I'd get tired of looking for ya, Spray ya momma crib, and let ya a** look For me [Chorus] [50 Cent] My heart bleeds for you ni**a, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the b**ch in you Ni**a 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 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, sh*t changed motherf**ker I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still f**king hurt when it rain Oh you a pro at playing battleship well this ain't the same Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers and up in shackles of motherf**king chains Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains [Chorus] [50 Cent] After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me) If you don't want to 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) Fin'nin to run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe) Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre You got me feeling real bulletproof up in this motherf**ker Cause my windows on my motherf**king Benz is bulletproof ni**a Cause my motherf**king vest is bulletproof ni**a Cause my motherf**king hat is bulletproof ni**a But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a f**king concussion Better that then a hole in the head right ni**a