The Heat

Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck with me, you know what it is [Chorus] I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year [Verse 1] Dressed in all black and my gun the same color Murder my enemy, love thy brother And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a youngin' stomach You niggas better take side with Young Money, Cash Money You'll get left in your ride crash dummy Oh, I'll be around when the times get ugly When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running The magazine empty and the nine stop busting I bang my fist till my palms get bloody Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm a monster, man I'ma find you and my AP nine don't jam I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man I be wilin', you can wait by my house for me, fam I will fire and drop a hater right where he stands I'ma die with the blazer right in these hands [Chorus] I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year [Verse 2] Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back, I am So ready for whatever that awaits me Run up in your place while you're sleepin', awake thee Calicoes, AK's, Uzi-machines Got ya misplacin' your arms and losin' your knees I am takin' names, so who wanna leave Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve? I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin' AR hit ya truck, got ya hood flippin' Feet by the engine, head by the transmission Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister Me and my damn pistol Me and my girlfriend In this world alone, so bring it on And I'ma have to sing you this song, yeah [Chorus] I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year [Verse 3] I got the scope on the tool, I can see what you do With a little red dot, nigga, peek-a-boo, ooh Shhh, the silence will speak to you Hit you from across the street while you tying ya shoe Like bang, bang, say breathe, nigga, breath I stand over the body with the boy in his tee Say bang, bang, say breathe, deep breath I stand over the body with the boy in his chest, clear Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear 'cause ya boy up and left Life is short, enjoy what ever is left Then you run into a nigga like me and meet death In less than three seconds, I'll pull a .380 Three feet from my waist Three inches from your face Make no mistake, Weezy never hesitate I'll pop till your shit separate like ew! [Chorus] I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year [Bridge] Up, down, front, back, side to side You hit a nigga, like that you gotta die Hit him up, down, front, back, side to side You hit a nigga, like that you gotta die Say up, down, front, back, side to side You hit a nigga, like that you gotta die Say up, down, front, back, side to side Do a nigga, like that you gotta die, woah [Outro] Weezy F Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is The Carter for you One