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Heat 4 Yo Azz Lyrics

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Celly Cel : Heat 4 Yo Azz Lyrics

Songwriters: Dudley, T; Greene, G; Hudson, A; Robertson, D; Stevens, Tenina; Meadows, J; Mccarver, Marcellus James; Bostic, Samuel; Hudson, G; Morgan, T; Mosley, Mike;

. Send "Heat 4 Yo Azz" Ringtone to your Cell .

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 face
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