Boss Hogg Outlawz - Heat On My Side lyrics

(Hook: x2) I keep a heater on my side, when I ride I ain't finna be the victim, of a homicide Haters'll catch a n***a slipping, and get done So I never leave the house, without packing a gun (Kyleon:) Naw 9-1-1 is a joke, ask Flava Flav That ain't save that n***a Dave, when he got his gator sprayed k**a keep hatorade, just in case a hater brave co*k 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 k** 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 n***a 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 (Hook x2) (J-Dawg:) 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 n***a, 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 a** up, street sweep your a** up Shoulda learned your lesson, when that n***a beat your a** up I bet you I'ma handle mine, behind tint Gripping pine hand on that nine, f** 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 f** with mine, off top n***a (Hook x2) (PJ:) b**h 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 sh** to me, these n***az fake f** with me b**h, they bringing out that yellow tape I'm a grown man, so miss me with that kid sh** These n***az talk, but I know they never did sh** I'm getting money, and I'm waiting on the jack boys So I can send they a**, 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 n***az 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 b**h it's d**h before dishonor, over here black That tough sh** around here, gon get you k**ed black (Hook x2)