Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heat, artist - Eko Fresh. Album song König Von Deutschland, in the genre Турецкий рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: German Dream Empire
Song language: English
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 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 (Chorus) |
| 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) |
| 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 |