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Celly Cel - Heat 4 Yo Azz lyrics
One by one goes the bullets in the clip
 Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit
 Heat comin' from the barrel with a cloud of smoke
 Dead bodies on the ground when these fools get loc'ed
 It's crazy in the street, pack some heat for a sucker
 Mobbin' through the town tryin' to murder muthafuckas
 211's every day, liquor store and bank jobs
 D boys gettin' robbed, niggas get jacked for they mobbs
 What's a nigga to do, can't survive without a gun
 Snitches in the street, a nigga livin' on the run
 It's fun but the pen is like smokin' sess
 Locked up on a 187'll make any nigga stress
 You can wear a vest, it won't stop two to the head
 Shot you in your face and now your ass is better off dead
 Talkin' shit'll get you smoked quick
 No need to save a hoe because they can't live without dick
 So I focus on the mail, Celly Cel
 Ain't no playa-hatin nigga, I got too much heat to sell
 Fairy tales I never kick, it's gangsterism in my veins
 I kicked it with the O G's pickin up on game
 Get your money on, fuck a bitch and get ghost
 And keep one in the chamber for them fools that play you close
 Them sick wid' it niggas keep makin' the beat 4 yo azz
 Ciggedy-Cel, the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
 Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
 Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
 Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
 That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz
 Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
 Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
 Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
 That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz
 Them sick wid' it niggas got the beat up comin' with some heat
 Them federal muthafuckas tryin' to get a buck in the streets
 Every day a nigga wanna test yo skill
 And playa-hatas hate to see a nigga comin' real
 The H I L L S I D E
 Down with the P G, niggas don't wanna see me
 Act a fuckin' fool, shootin' up the city
 Happy on the trigger like my nigga Frank Nitty
 Let's get into the C thang, hillside slang
 It's a hillside thang from the hillside, mang
 Smokin' 'em like a chronic sack, rollin' 'em in a zag
 Hittin' 'em with the funk and zippin' 'em up in bodybags
 Everywhere I go fools get to actin' crazy
 Wanna let they nuts hang, thinkin' they can fade me
 So I keep a life-long mug on my faceCelly Cel - Heat 4 Yo Azz - http://motolyrics.com/celly-cel/heat-4-yo-azz-lyrics.html
 Rollin' with some heat, sippin' on a straight lace
 A high speed chase, bank it in the side pocket
 Po-po's can't fuck with the 350 rocket
 Under my hood it's all good when I'm on the gas
 Checkin' the rollers and the jackers that try to blast
 Tricks of the trade already made, gangster got it down
 Never panic under pressure when it's goin' down
 Droppin' a bomb, nigga, mobb beats 4 yo azz
 Ciggedy-Cel, the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
 Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
 Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
 Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
 That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz
 Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
 Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
 Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
 That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz
 Breakin' 'em off somethin' proper for the nine-fo'
 In the do' is some of that heat 4 yo azz, hoe
 Little hoes and the don't-know's need to know
 A nigga that flow who ain't comin' out the gate slow
 Pimpin' and and pandlin', hoe handlin' the whole bit
 Killers move in silence, nigga, I don't talk shit
 I see them loudmouth niggas keep gettin' dead
 And the silent ones on 25 to life bids
 You gotta pack some heat in the street, it's goin' down
 If you ain't down you better move to a square town
 Niggas talk shit, drink and smoke weed up
 Hit the county jail straight P C'd up
 You never know who really down till the funk jump
 Same one that jump and the finger points at the punk
 And your crew wasn't down from the get-go
 Don't you know how that bitch-made nigga shit go?
 Hollow points get to the point quicker
 'Cause talkin' shit full of liquor thinkin' that you're sicker
 Than the next nigga'll get you full of bullet holes
 Stayin' on my toes and I just can't let go
 Of this mobb shit that I kick 4 yo azz
 Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
 Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
 Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
 Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
 That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz
 Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
 Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
 Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
 That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz












