Gotta Have Heart

That`s Ant BEEZY, nigga - off the HEEZY<br>Is he my nigga? FO SHEEZY nigga!<br>What, what? Say what, say, say what, say what?<br>(Kev B in the motherfuckin house)<br>Say what, say what, say what, say what?<br>(Bombay all day nigga this is fo-TAY!)<br>(Bombay all day punk this is FO-TAY NIGGA!)<br><br>[Verse One]<br>Fresh up out the Testarossa<br>Still buzzin off that sticky green Cali doja<br>Last night had, way too many bitches jock<br>Mr. Player himself, gon` always keep it poppin<br>And stoppin you and yo` ability to come tight, mack like Dolemite<br>Sometimes you learn the hard way, but you gon` get it right<br>Keep listenin, discipline plays a strong part<br>The majority of these bitches ain`t got no heart<br>enough to roll with the punches, hundred dolla bills and brunches<br>Comin home in somethin way tight that`s scrumptious like<br>steak and lobster, dank from rastas<br>And we don`t roll with nothin but, G`s and mobsters!<br>Zenithes, Daytons, twenty inch chrome ones<br>Never know the feelin of a bitch `til you own one!<br><br>Yeah we Bay riders, call us, murder for hire<br>Closer, than hittin home runs than McGwire and Sosa<br>We supposed to be, killin `em off, hittin `em off<br>with this old ill shit, givin `em an overdose of this so real shit<br>So feel this, way down deep up in your liver<br>Give a, nig a chance for the alcohol to make you quiver<br>Still a, assassin blastin any nigga who think he can outlast<br>the master splash yo` ass in a, pool of blood<br>So ask the, nigga who done rolled up and got his, dome split<br>(Dome split) I don`t give a fuck motherfucker wait `til the chrome hit!<br><br>[Chorus: repeat 2X]<br>They say you got to have heart<br> I roll with dese niggaz dey mob figures and killas you niggaz feel us<br>They say you got to have PAPER<br> Shit, cause life ain`t long, nigga best to get yo` hustle on<br><br>[Verse Two]<br>A player`s proposition got `em wishin they was laced up<br>Perfect conversation plus my new just game I make up<br>Talkin bout, mash you got me bout it now I`m gettin dough<br>Dress in style every day, own many expensive clothes<br><br>Ay tell yo` potnahs they can be a part of all the benefits<br>Ay, pinky finger diamonds all the finest ain`t no limits and<br>what we tryin to do menage-a-trois up in the rental then<br>you can make a move you never lose with a gentleman<br>All about my paper fettucini and lucciano<br>If we keep this pimpin right we movin into condos<br>Baby wanna treat to play, she wanna lace me<br>Dress me up from head to toe and shoppin sprees at Macy`s<br>Ay, copped me all the flyest shit, like Tommy Hilfiger<br>Calvin Klein cologne just wanna zone with a real nigga<br>We can do it live and go through all your wildest fantasies<br>Tell me yeah you wanna be as freaky as you wanna be<br><br>Niggaz is so fake and phony<br>Nine times out of ten they ain`t Oscar Mayer beef they Lady Lee bologna<br>Speakin on shit they never did, soundin like a tweeter<br>Wishin they was a mid, ho you don`t know you blowin out like an amp<br>Lickin mo` pussy than the post office lick stamps<br>Money over bitches, boy you don`t remember?<br>Just kick back and sautee, nigga never simmer<br>Oh yeah you hoes you triflin too, haha<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>{*ad libs to fade*}