Album Name

Get Rich Or Die Tryin'

Artist

50 Cent

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2003.02.06

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Heat - 50 Cent
Aye you want some of this shit
Naw I don't want that shit
I don't give a fuck
I don't play dat shit
And I'm fin'nin to 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 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 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 niggas run up
on you wit 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 jump out the top
like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time
is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch
that's a good 'nuff reason
I've seen gangsta's get religious
when they start bleedin
Sayin Lord Jesus Help Me
cause they ass leakin
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
shit I'm aight wit that
We 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 then Lady Luck
Look nigga
don't think you safe
cause you moved out the hood
Cuz ya momma
still around dog
and daddy ain't good
If you was smart
you'd be shook of me
Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya
spray ya momma crib
and let ya 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 niggas run up
on you wit 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
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
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 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 fuckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playin
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 motherfuckin chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin
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 niggas run up
on you wit 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 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
testin me testin me
All the wrong I've done the Lord
still keep on blessin me blessin
me
Fin'nin to run rap
cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe
the recipe recipe
Yeah uh ha aye Dre
You got me feelin
real bulletproof up
in this motherfucker
Cuz my windows
on my motherfuckin
Benz is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin
vest is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin
hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said
if I get hit I might get
a fuckin concussion
Better that then a hole
in the head right nigga
heh heh ha ha