Heat on my Side

[Hook - 2x] 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 [Kyleon] 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 [Hook - 2x] [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 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 [Hook - 2x] [PJ] 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 niggas fake Fuck with me bitch, they bringing out that yellow tape I'm a grown man, so miss me with that kid shit These niggas 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 niggas 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 [Hook - 2x]