Heat )
50 Cent Lyrics


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If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
I'll kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

Keep thinking I'm candy 'till ya fucking skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-the-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good enough reason
I've seen gangstas get religious when they start bleeding
Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" cause they ass leaking
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya little handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya backup
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
Cause we gon' reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look, nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and that ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
Cause I'd get tired of looking for ya, spray ya mama crib
And let ya ass look for me

If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
I'll kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes I can see the bitch in you
Nigga, you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride 'till the sun burn out
If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get shot, it won't do him no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fucking hurt when it rain
Oh, you a pro at playing battleship? Well, this ain't the same
Little homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking chains
Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains

If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
I'll kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

After the fist fights it's gunfire, boy, you get the best of me
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testing me




All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessing me
Fin'nin to run rap cause Dr. Dre got the recipe

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of 50 Cent's song "Heat" depict a violent and ruthless gangster who is not afraid of any consequences for his actions. He boasts about his willingness to shoot anyone who poses a threat to him, with no hesitation and without giving them a chance to defend themselves. Even the police and the courts are powerless against him, as he believes that they cannot stop him from doing whatever he wants.


The theme of the song is the harsh reality of inner-city violence and the mentality that some people adopt when they feel that they are trapped in it. It highlights the desensitization to violence that can occur in certain communities, where people feel that they have no other way to survive except through aggression and intimidation.


The lyrics are a reflection of the street life that 50 Cent experienced growing up in Jamaica, Queens, New York, and the vicious cycle of gang violence that he witnessed firsthand. The song serves as a reminder of the dangers of this lifestyle and the consequences that can come with a life of crime.


Line by Line Meaning

If there's beef cock it and dump it
If there's a dispute, handle it aggressively and violently


The drama really means nothing to me
I do not care about any conflicts or issues


I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
I will drive past and shoot you in the head


There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
I will shoot immediately, and there is no way to prevent it


When niggas run up on you with them thangs out
When people approach you with their guns out


I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
I will do what is necessary and am willing to face the consequences


The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
Even if I am caught, the evidence will not convince me to confess


I'll kill you
I will murder you


I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
I am serious and not joking


Catch you slipping I'mma kill you
If you are not vigilant, I will kill you


Keep thinking I'm candy 'till ya fucking skull get popped
Do not underestimate me until I shoot you in the head


And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-the-box
Your brain will explode out of your head


In the hood summer time is the killing season
During summer in the neighborhood, it is the time of high violence and death


It's hot out this bitch that's a good enough reason
The heat is a good enough justification for extreme behavior


I've seen gangstas get religious when they start bleeding
People turn to religion when they are near death


Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" cause they ass leaking
They cry out for divine help because they are severely injured


When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
When someone opens the car window and pulls out an A.K. (assault rifle)


You can squeeze ya little handgun until you run out
You can fire your small handgun until you run out of ammunition


And you can run for ya backup
You can call for backup


But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
Machine gun bullets will severely injure you


God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
Even if you believe God is on your side, I do not care


Cause we gon' reload them clips and come right back
We will reload our guns and come back for revenge


It's a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked
If you go against me, you will suffer the consequences


I get the drop, if you can duck ya luckier then Lady Luck
If I get the opportunity to shoot you, and you manage to dodge, you are lucky


Look, nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Do not feel safe because you left the neighborhood


Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and that ain't good
Because your mother still lives there, you are not safe


If you was smart you'd be shook of me
If you were smart, you would fear me


Cause I'd get tired of looking for ya, spray ya mama crib
I would get tired of searching for you and instead attack your mother's house


And let ya ass look for me
And I would make you come to me


My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I can't wait to get to you
I am filled with anger towards you and cannot wait to hurt you


Behind that twinkle in ya eyes I can see the bitch in you
I can see that you are weak behind your façade


Nigga, you know the streets talk
You know that information spreads quickly in the neighborhood


So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
There will be no surrender or discussion


I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride 'till the sun burn out
I am determined to fight until the end of time


If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out
If I were to die today, I would be content with how my life has been


See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
I have been in many gun battles alone


Locked up I was in a box by myself
When I was in jail, I was isolated


I done made myself a millionaire by myself
I have become a millionaire on my own


Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some help
Now that I have money, I can hire people to assist me


I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
I have heard about the money you donated to the neighborhood


But ya shooter fin'nin to get shot, it won't do him no good
However, the person you hired to shoot me will not succeed


With a pistol I define the definition of pain
I can cause extreme pain with my gun


If you survive ya bones'll still fucking hurt when it rain
Even if you survive, you will still feel pain when it rains


Oh, you a pro at playing battleship? Well, this ain't the same
If you think you are skilled in combat, you are mistaken


Little homie this is a whole different type of war game
This is a much more intense and brutal type of warfare


See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking chains
The losers will end up imprisoned or dead


Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains
Or they will be dead on the streets with their brains exposed




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CURTIS JACKSON, ANDRE YOUNG, MICHAEL ELIZONDO

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@MatSallehTV

Man this beat is SICK

@sivaskangal5858

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@bigboymatthew7471

ehhh its ok

@jentaro

It's a spin on that Bone Thugs and Pac joint "Thug Luv" that came out 6 years earlier. At least when it comes to interpolating gun cocking and gun shots into the instrumental.

@sivaskangal5858

@JentaroTV Yeah, that song is one of my favourites. Crazy song.

@realruntz2608

It’s very mediocre

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@QiLow105

I miss how simple and fun it was back then no social media no extra stress just soul and fun

@eazy-cheez-e8033

yeah true, social media fucking ruined everything, i mean yeah its beneficial to connect with the world, spread your art or music quicker but the bad side to social media is its made everyone a snitch, everyone just records everything for the whole world to see and not to mention every is so much more judgemental these days cuz they are behind a computer

@dragonofspartaandghostofdo6095

There was still stress during those days

@georgemurdock7670

@Dragon Of Sparta And Ghost Of Dojima no cuz we all where way younger

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