| Song | Heat 4 Yo Azz |
| Artist | Celly Cel |
| Album | The Best Of Celly Cel |
| 作词 : Celly Cel, Celly-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 muthaf**kas | |
| 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, f**k 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 | |
| [ CHORUS (2X) ] | |
| 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 | |
| [ VERSE 2 ] | |
| Them Sick Wid' It niggas got the beat up comin with some heat | |
| Them federal muthaf**kas 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-double l-s-i-d-e | |
| Down with the P.G., niggas don't wanna see me | |
| Act a f**kin 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 f**k 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 | |
| [ CHORUS ] | |
| [ VERSE 3 ] | |
| 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.-ed 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 | |
| [ CHORUS ] |
| zuò cí : Celly Cel, CellyCell | |
| 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 muthaf kas | |
| 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 playahatin 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, f k 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 | |
| CiggedyCel the figgedyfunky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz | |
| CHORUS 2X | |
| 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 | |
| VERSE 2 | |
| Them Sick Wid' It niggas got the beat up comin with some heat | |
| Them federal muthaf kas tryin to get a buck in the streets | |
| Every day a nigga wanna test yo skill | |
| And playahatas hate to see a nigga comin real | |
| The Hidouble lside | |
| Down with the P. G., niggas don' t wanna see me | |
| Act a f kin 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 lifelong mug on my face | |
| Rollin with some heat, sippin on a straight lace | |
| A high speed chase, bank it in the side pocket | |
| Popo' s can' t f k 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 | |
| CiggedyCel the figgedyfunky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz | |
| CHORUS | |
| VERSE 3 | |
| Breakin em off somethin proper for the ninefo' | |
| In the do' is some of that heat 4 yo azz, hoe | |
| Little hoes and the don' tknow' 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. ed 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 getgo | |
| Don' t you know how that bitchmade 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 | |
| CiggedyCel the figgedyfunky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz | |
| CHORUS |