Lirik Lagu Heat 4 Yo Azz - Celly Cel
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[ VERSE 1 ]One by one goes the bullets in the clipPut it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shitHeat comin from the barrel with a cloud of smokeDead bodies on the ground when these fools get loc'edIt's crazy in the street, pack some heat for a suckerMobbin through the town tryin to murder muthafuckas211's every day, liquor store and bank jobsD boys gettin robbed, niggas get jacked for they mobbsWhat's a nigga to do, can't survive without a gunSnitches in the street, a nigga livin on the runIt's fun but the pen is like smokin sessLocked up on a 187'll make any nigga stressYou can wear a vest, it won't stop two to the headShot you in your face and now your ass is better off deadTalkin shit'll get you smoked quickNo need to save a hoe because they can't live without dickSo I focus on the mail, Celly CelAin't no playa-hatin nigga, I got too much heat to sellFairy tales I never kick, it's gangsterism in my veinsI kicked it with the O.G.'s pickin up on game:Get your money on, fuck a bitch and get ghostAnd keep one in the chamber for them fools that play you closeThem Sick Wid' It niggas keep makin the beat 4 yo azzCiggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
[ CHORUS (2X) ]Some heat 4 yo azzSome heat 4 yo azzThem Sick Wid' It nigga got the beat 4 yo azzSome heat 4 yo azzSome heat 4 yo azzThat nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz
[ VERSE 2 ]Them Sick Wid' It niggas got the beat up comin with some heatThem federal muthafuckas tryin to get a buck in the streetsEvery day a nigga wanna test yo skillAnd playa-hatas hate to see a nigga comin realThe H-i-double l-s-i-d-eDown with the P.G., niggas don't wanna see meAct a fuckin fool, shootin up the cityHappy on the trigger like my nigga Frank NittyLet's get into the C thang, Hillside slangIt's a Hillside thang from the Hillside, mangSmokin em like a chronic sack, rollin em in a zagHittin em with the funk and zippin em up in bodybagsEverywhere I go fools get to actin crazyWanna let they nuts hang, thinkin they can fade meSo I keep a life-long mug on my faceRollin with some heat, sippin on a straight laceA high speed chase, bank it in the side pocketPo-po's can't fuck with the 350 rocketUnder my hood it's all good when I'm on the gasCheckin the rollers and the jackers that try to blastTricks of the trade already made, gangster got it downNever panic under pressure when it's goin downDroppin a bomb, nigga, mobb beats 4 yo azzCiggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
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[ VERSE 3 ]Breakin em off somethin proper for the nine-fo'In the do' is some of that heat 4 yo azz, hoeLittle hoes and the don't-know's need to knowA nigga that flow who ain't comin out the gate slowPimpin and and pandlin, hoe handlin the whole bitKillers move in silence, nigga, I don't talk shitI see them loudmouth niggas keep gettin deadAnd the silent ones on 25 to life bidsYou gotta pack some heat in the street, it's goin downIf you ain't down you better move to a square townNiggas talk shit, drink and smoke weed upHit the county jail straight p.c.-ed upYou never know who really down till the funk jumpSame one that jump and the finger points at the punkAnd your crew wasn't down from the get-goDon't you know how that bitch-made nigga shit go?Hollow points get to the point quickerCause talkin shit full of liquor thinkin that you're sickerThan the next nigga'll get you full of bullet holesStayin on my toes and I just can't let goOf this mobb shit that I kick 4 yo azzCiggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
[ CHORUS ]
[ CHORUS (2X) ]Some heat 4 yo azzSome heat 4 yo azzThem Sick Wid' It nigga got the beat 4 yo azzSome heat 4 yo azzSome heat 4 yo azzThat nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz
[ VERSE 2 ]Them Sick Wid' It niggas got the beat up comin with some heatThem federal muthafuckas tryin to get a buck in the streetsEvery day a nigga wanna test yo skillAnd playa-hatas hate to see a nigga comin realThe H-i-double l-s-i-d-eDown with the P.G., niggas don't wanna see meAct a fuckin fool, shootin up the cityHappy on the trigger like my nigga Frank NittyLet's get into the C thang, Hillside slangIt's a Hillside thang from the Hillside, mangSmokin em like a chronic sack, rollin em in a zagHittin em with the funk and zippin em up in bodybagsEverywhere I go fools get to actin crazyWanna let they nuts hang, thinkin they can fade meSo I keep a life-long mug on my faceRollin with some heat, sippin on a straight laceA high speed chase, bank it in the side pocketPo-po's can't fuck with the 350 rocketUnder my hood it's all good when I'm on the gasCheckin the rollers and the jackers that try to blastTricks of the trade already made, gangster got it downNever panic under pressure when it's goin downDroppin a bomb, nigga, mobb beats 4 yo azzCiggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
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[ VERSE 3 ]Breakin em off somethin proper for the nine-fo'In the do' is some of that heat 4 yo azz, hoeLittle hoes and the don't-know's need to knowA nigga that flow who ain't comin out the gate slowPimpin and and pandlin, hoe handlin the whole bitKillers move in silence, nigga, I don't talk shitI see them loudmouth niggas keep gettin deadAnd the silent ones on 25 to life bidsYou gotta pack some heat in the street, it's goin downIf you ain't down you better move to a square townNiggas talk shit, drink and smoke weed upHit the county jail straight p.c.-ed upYou never know who really down till the funk jumpSame one that jump and the finger points at the punkAnd your crew wasn't down from the get-goDon't you know how that bitch-made nigga shit go?Hollow points get to the point quickerCause talkin shit full of liquor thinkin that you're sickerThan the next nigga'll get you full of bullet holesStayin on my toes and I just can't let goOf this mobb shit that I kick 4 yo azzCiggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
[ CHORUS ]
