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"Heat"

[skit]

"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" [a car revs up]

[gunshots]

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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

[50 Cent]

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 that 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

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

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

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

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

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Эт я написал -

(Light the fire that needs the air)

(I won't burn unless your there)

[50 Cent]

Yea, I need you, I need you to hate

So I can use it for your anger

You know, its very shit, feel this!

[Verse 1]

'merica's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me

Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle

I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan

Got through the silver duck tape on my Tre Eight handle

The women in my life bring confusion 'n' shit

So like Nino went new jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch

Look at me, this is the life I chose

Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up

Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman

I take that coke leaf and make that snow

Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door

O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin

Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life

The fiends just fiendin

Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see

The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me

[Chorus]

I want the find the thing in my life

So I hustle (hustle)

Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to gett mine

And I'll buck you (buck you)

I don't care who you run with, or where you from

Nigga fuck you (fuck you)

I want to find the thing thats in my life

So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]

Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks

Black Talen start flyin, when a nigga flip

I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me

Man my cold Gauge, they called me Chef Boy R 50

Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit

Send me to seeds I'll grow 'em what they need

Them ain't Chia pet plants in the crib that's chronic

And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it

I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind

Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine

If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and

What goes on in my mind, its contagious

Hypnotic, it sounds melodic

If the rap was the block or a spot, I'll be that potent product

Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key

And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision

Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin

It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes

Or in the jewler switchin chains

I upgrade from 30 BS to a clean VS

Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot

I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline

Play the curb and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin

I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state

Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate

Them holo-tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape

Pour Crystal in the blender make a protein shake

I'm like the East coast number one playboy B

Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me

The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me

Racist, pointin at me look at the niggarachi

Hello!

[Chorus]

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А ты их потом целуешь и говоришь - "Ах, ах. Лютики, ромашки. Я в вас влюблен"

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