Irregular heartbeat (ft. Jadakiss, Kidd Kidd) 50 Cent текст и слова песни

[Hook: 50 Cent]

N*gga you p*ssy you scared.

I can hear your heartbeat.

Why the f*ck 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: 50 Cent]

We ain't cut from the same cloth, we into different shit.

I want the bread, you want the bit*h.

Come out your mouth slick, I'll get your hit.

My n*ggas hungry, they hit a lick.

F*ck who you're with, n*ggas'll dump a clip.

We 'bout to school y'all, waitin' for you to get your kid.

A quarter 81 felony on my last bit, kept calm made bond I'm on that shit.

You think my rap shit a gimmick, I ain't seen parole in a minute.

Truth be told, these n*ggas is hoes.

Once the shit set off, man anything goes.

Through the windows of your soul, the eyes never lie.

If he ain't scared to die, n*gga why would you cry.


[Hook: 50 Cent]


[Verse 2: Jadakiss]

30 something and you ain't even open your mouth yet.

Social media is givin' cowards an outlet.

See him in person, say something, I doubt that.

Rather get caught [?] then get caught without that.

Trying to back peddle and stumble on the curve.

You stayin' at the [?], you mumblin' your words.

Literally I can see your heart pumpin' through your shirt.

P*ssy your whole life, you always been a bird.

Scared for so long its all up in your nerves.

You go 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 Kidd, whenever we emerge.

And I'm tragical, traumatical, no match, Incompatible.

N*gga, you va*inal.


[Hook: 50 Cent]


[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]

Money for bail, money to bail.

Dead or in jail, Heaven or Hell.

Fiends on my coat tail, snitches given court tells.

Kept fate when all hope fail.

N*ggas 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 trying to build a house.

N*ggas 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 n*gga brains hangin' out, like we chillin'.

Stankin' like shipments, over my [?].

Hump your security, Rida gang in the building.


[Hook: 50 Cent]