Heat Chords by 50 Cent

_ _ Hey, you want some of this shit?
I don't want that shit.
I don't give a fuck.
I don't play that shit.
And I'm finna bust a cap on the nigga, huh?
Man, shut the fuck up.
Slow down, slow down, slow down.
You see that brick house right there?
That's the nigga Krill.
When he come out, he's gonna tighten his ass up.
I'm gonna get in the other car.
Alright.
_ _ _ _ _ It's
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_ [F#m] me, [A] Cocky.
Dumpin' this rhyme-a-billy.
[B] It's nothin' to me, I [D] ride by.
Blow your brains out.
[F#m] Brains out.
It's a new time, [E] Cocky.
The way [D] you stoppin' when niggas run [C#] up on you with them thangs out.
[F#m] Thangs out.
I do what I [A] gotta do.
I don't care if I [B] get caught.
V.A. [D] good ladies.
Motherfuckers hate [F#m] me more.
I kill.
I ain't [D] playin'.
I'm sayin', homie, I ain't [C#] playin'.
[F#m] Just slippin', I'ma kill.
I ain't [Bm] playin'.
Yeah, but I'm sayin', homie, I ain't playin'.
Keep diggin', I'm [F#m] candy.
Till your fuckin' skull get popped and your [D] brain pop out [C#] the top.
Like Jack in the [F#m] box.
In the hood, summertime is the killin' [B] season.
It's hot out for this [D] bitch.
[Bm] That's a good enough [F#m] reason.
I see gangstas get religious when they start [D] bleedin'.
Sayin', Lord, Jesus [C#] help.
Cause ass [F#m] bleedin'.
When that window [A] roll down and that AK come [B] out.
You can squeak your little [D] handgun [F#m] till you run out.
Then you can run for [Em] your backup.
Them [D] machine gun shells gon' tell [C#] your backup.
Dogs [F#m] on your side.
Shit, I'm [A] ice with that.
Cause we gon' [B] reload them clips and come [D] right back.
It's [F#m] a fact, homie.
You go [E] against me, you're fucked.
I get [D] the drop.
You can duck.
You lucky, ugly lady.
[G] Look.
[F#m] Look, nigga.
Don't think you safe cause you moved out [B] the hood.
Cause your mama still [D] around, dog.
And that ain't [F#m] good.
If you was smart, you'd be shook of me.
Cause I get tired of lookin' for you.
Spray your [C#] mama crib and let your ass [F#m] look for me.
This beat cocky.
Don't put the drama, really.
[B] This is nothin' to me.
I ride [D] by and blow your [Bm] brains out.
[F#m] It's no time to cock it.
No way to stop it when niggas run [C#] up on you with them bangs out.
[F#m] I do what I got to do.
I don't care if I get [B] caught.
This D.A. [D] convinced motherfuckin' tape.
And [F#m] boy, I kill.
I ain't playin'.
Yeah, but I'm [D] stayin' home and I ain't playin'.
Just [F#m] slippin' on my kill.
I ain't [B] playin'.
Yeah, but I'm stayin' home [Bm] and I ain't [F#m] playin'.
My heart bleeds for you, nigga.
I can't wait [D] to get to you.
Behind the [C#] twinkle in your eyes, I can see [F#m] the bitch in you.
Nigga, you know the streets tough.
So there'll [B] be no white flags and no [D] police talk.
[G] I got my [F#m] back against the wind.
I'm down to ride till the sun burn out.
If I die today, [C#] I'm happy how my life turned [F#m] out.
See the shootouts, I [A] done been in them by [B] myself.
Locked up, I was [D] in this box by [F#m] myself.
I done made myself [E] a millionaire by [D] myself.
Now shit changed, motherfucker.
I could hide some [F#m] help.
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the [B] hood.
But you shoot up and it [D] get shot, it won't do him no [F#m] good.
With a pistol, I define the definition of pain.
If you [D] survive, your bones [C#] will still fuckin' hurt when it [F#m] rains.
Oh, you a pro at playin' battle shit?
Well, this ain't the [B] same.
Look, homie, this a [D] whole different type of war [F#m] game.
See the losers end up in shackles or [D] motherfuckin' chains.
Or laid out in the [C#] street, leakin' out they [F#m] brains.
This be cocky.
Don't fit the drama, Billy.
[B] There's nothin' to me.
I ride [Bm] by and blow your brains out.
[F#m] It's no time to cock it.
No way [D] to stop it when niggas run up [C#] on me.
Put them thangs out.
[F#m] I do what I gotta do.
I don't care if I get [B] caught.
The DA can [D] fix it, motherfucker.
Take me, [F#m] go, I'll kill you.
I ain't playin', [D] yeah, but I'm sayin', homie, [C#] I ain't [B] playin'.
That shit [F#m] slippin', I'm a kid.
I ain't playin', [Bm] yeah, but I'm sayin', homie, I ain't [F#m] playin'.
After the fifth fight, it's gunfire, boy, you get the best of me.
You don't wanna [C#] get shot, I suggest you don't go [F#m] testin' me.
All the wrong I done, the law still keep on [B] blessin' me.
Send a run [D] back, cause Dr.
Dre got the [F#m] recipe.
Recipe.
_ _ [D] Yeah.
Ha [E] ha.
[F#m] Hey, Dre.
You got me feelin' real bulletproof up in [B] this motherfucker.
[C#] _ [D]
Cause the windows on my [F#m] motherfuckin' Benz is bulletproof, nigga.
[D] Cause my motherfuckin' vest is [C#] bulletproof, nigga.
[F#m] _ Cause my motherfuckin' hat is [B] bulletproof, nigga.
[Bm] But the doc said if I get hit, I might get a [F#m] fuckin' concussion.
_ [D] Better that than a hole in the head, right, nigga?
Ha ha ha.
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