Irregular Heartbeat

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga, you pussy, you scared,
I can hear your heartbeat.
Why the fuck would you come around here?
I can hear your heartbeat.
Yeah, you know a dog sense fear,
I can hear your heartbeat.
You bark while we bite around here,
I can hear your heartbeat.

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
We ain't cut from the same cloth, we into different shit,
I want the bread, you want the bitch.
Come out your mouth slick, I'll get you hit,
My niggas hungry, they hit a lick.
Fuck who you're wit', niggas'll dump a clip,
We by the school yard waitin' for you to get your kid,
I caught a A1 felony on my last bid,
Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit.
You think my rap shit a gimmick, hmm,
I ain't seen parole in a minute.
Truth be told, these niggas is hoes,
Once the shit set off, man, anything goes
Through the windows of your soul, the eyes never lie,
If you ain't scared to die, nigga, why would you cry?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Thirty something and you ain't never open your mouth yet,
Social media is givin' cowards an outlet,
See him in person, say something, I doubt that,
Rather get caught with it than get caught without that.
Tryna back peddle and stumble on the curve,
You stayin' at the ground, you mumblin' your words,
Literally I can see your heart pumpin' through your shirt,
Pussy your whole life, you always been a bird.
Scared for so long, it's all up in your nerves,
Screw 9-1-1, you probably call up the reserves,
And I'm killin' you first if we ever do a purge,
And you know what it is, kid, whenever we emerge.
And I'm tragical, traumatical, no match, incompatible,
Nigga, you vaginal. What?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Money for bail, money to bail,
Dead or in jail, heaven or hell.
Feds on my coat tail, snitches given court tales,
Kept fate when all hope fail.
Niggas rattin', all they missin' is the tail like Mickey Mouse,
Call me Mickey Mantle when I bat you in the mouth,
I bring them hammers out, we ain't tryna build a house.
Niggas on them songs rappin' shit they ain't about,
I'm from the N-O, we don't scrap, we bang it out.
Bang! I'm the one that came in your house for the chickens,
Left a nigga brains hangin' out like we chillin'.
Stankin' like shipments over my shillings,
Hump your security, Rida gang in the building, huh!

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