Boss Hogg Outlawz - Heat On My Side lyrics

rate me

I keep a heater on my side, when I ride

I ain't finna be the victim, of a homicide

Haters'll catch a nigga slipping, and get done

So I never leave the house, without packing a gun

Naw 9-1-1 is a joke, ask Flava Flav

That ain't save that nigga Dave, when he got his gator sprayed

Killa keep hatorade, just in case a hater brave

Cock the chrome put a tombstone, on a hater grave

Stick in the clip and get to ripping, if you think I'm tripping

Let the banana peel on the K, if you think I'm slipping

I'm pistol gripping, when I'm tipping on them fo' 4's

Just in case a hater run up, to my low pro's

I got magnum in the Magnum, that's a semi not a hemi

And bullets I got plenty, if you hollin' bout kill me

Turn you into Tiny Timmy, put you in the sleeper

In a hospital bed, dead finna meet the reaper

Pull out the F-N, and have a nigga brain buzzing

And in your life at the light, like caine buzzing

So when I drive, I keep a heater on my side

Cause I'll be damned, if I be a victim of a homicide

I lost my partna Gunny, in a gun fight

So everytime I ride cuz, I think about that night

How they took my homie, I ain't have that pistol on me

I ain't have that pistol on me, damn

I swear to God my nigga, I'ma stay strapped until my demise

Until you get to look me in my eyes, one more time

That 45 on me, the K in the seat

Go on play with a G, see how funny it's gon be

I'ma heat your ass up, street sweep your ass up

Shoulda learned your lesson, when that nigga beat your ass up

I bet you I'ma handle mine, behind tint

Gripping pine hand on that nine, fuck with me

Jaguar, you on the wrong track boy

I'ma hit your chest, and blow out your whole back boy

You want stacks boy, you better get on your grind

I'ma shoot you if you fuck with mine, off top nigga

Bitch I'm a G, it's a must I stay packing

I'm strapped now, PJ ain't just rapping

This rap game don't mean shit to me, these niggaz fake

Fuck with me bitch, they bringing out that yellow tape

I'm a grown man, so miss me with that kid shit

These niggaz talk, but I know they never did shit

I'm getting money, and I'm waiting on the jack boys

So I can send they ass, straight to that graveyard

I don't do a lot of talk mayn, talk is cheap

You got a problem with the P, see me in the streets

These niggaz pussies, they ain't ready for the aftermath

I'm living by that gun, and dying in a blood bath

Bought a chopper last night, with a scope on it

And I'm waiting to use it, on any hoe want it

Bitch it's death before dishonor, over here black

That tough shit around here, gon get you killed black