50 Cent – Da Heatwave ft Noreaga

Internationally recognized American rapper and songwriter, 50 Cent returns with another masterpiece titled “Da Heatwave” featuring Noreaga.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 19 on his top charting album project called “Power Of The Dollar” was officially released on 4 July 2000.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.

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LYRICS

[Intro: 50 Cent]

They don’t do it like we do

They don’t do it like we do

We keep it gangsta

They don’t do it like we do

Cause they don’t live like we do

We keep it gangsta

Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day

Niggas is scared to death of me, they know I don’t play

Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day

Niggas don’t want it, I bring it to ’em anyway

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

I’m gettin’ paper, things are changin’, bitches love 50

They in da club wit’ me, poppin’ the bub wit’ me

You should see I’m in the tele, in the tub wit’ me

Rubbin’ all on my back like they in love wit’ me

I’m a grimey ass nigga, I’m far from a don

Still a million niggas come at me, kick it like Farrakhan

I’m in your club wearin’ whatever, I ain’t tryna be cute

Deuce-deuce in my booth, fuck you lookin’ at dude?

We the reason that the D’s is searchin’ for bundles

The reason that they make you take your shoes off at the tunnel

Party wit’ us and get ya link popped, I got ya bank stopped

Diesel like a nigga home on furlow in a tank top

You know how we roll, back to back, expose, sippin’ V.S.O

I D.W.I., I’m a real wise guy

 

[Interlude: 50 Cent]

They don’t do it like we do

Cause they don’t live like we do

We keep it gangsta

 

[Chorus: 50 Cent & N.O.R.E.]

They don’t thug niggas out like we do

They don’t stay iced out like we do

Who keep the bar priced out like we do?

We thug ’em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what

They don’t thug niggas out like we do

They don’t stay iced out like we do

Who keep the bar priced out like we do?

We thug ’em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what

 

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Some wanna check me, some respect me

Some sit around tables plottin’ to wet me

When y’all niggas come y’all better come correctly

Do you understand me?

Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do, gangsta shit

I’m laughin’ straight to the muthafuckin’ bank wit’ this, haha

Inside we got razors, outside we got MACs

That’s why we act like we don’t know how to act

Who wanna got chopped? who wanna get shot?

Who wanna get these Cristal bottles smashed all across they knot?

Dupe, I run wit’ grimey niggas that’s down to tear the club up

You run wit’ dirty niggas that wash and tear the tub up

My niggas get knocked wit’out Glocks, there go the shop

They get sticked six months, then come right back to the block

I told Tony, we approaching the game strongly

I don’t give a fuck if I’m rubbin’ these niggas the wrong way, what-what

 

[Chorus: 50 Cent & N.O.R.E.]

They don’t thug niggas out like we do

They don’t stay iced out like we do

Who keep the bar priced out like we do?

We thug ’em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what

They don’t thug niggas out like we do

They don’t stay iced out like we do

Who keep the bar priced out like we do?

We thug ’em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what

 

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

Yo, yo in the local club niggas stay gettin’ hit

All they do is clean up the blood, change the name and reopen the shit

I watch niggas sip cups and cherish Hennessy as they hard

They get drunk, then they wanna thump

That’s why I get a kick outta makin’ em sick

Ice on the wrist, big as the shit Titanic hit

Now shorties in my hood sayin’ they like my style

Hoes in Hollywood sayin’ I’m too wild

I’m gettin’ plenty paper, my head is still nappy

I’m still plottin’ to pop police like Pappy

Mason, niggas clearly don’t understand what they facin’

Let them get outta line then I have to lace them

They runnin’ for they life then I have to chase them

And let shot off in bump-a-clot head

Style’s awesome, ain’t it?

The flow’s flawless, flip like a cordless jack

Applaud this black, this ain’t ya average rap

 

[Chorus: 50 Cent & N.O.R.E.]

They don’t thug niggas out like we do

They don’t stay iced out like we do

Who keep the bar priced out like we do?

We thug ’em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what

They don’t thug niggas out like we do

They don’t stay iced out like we do

Who keep the bar priced out like we do?

We thug ’em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what

 

[Interlude: 50 Cent]

Gangsta shit, 2000 shit

Yo, ayo first they didn’t like me, now they let me hit it up

Shawty is a pro son, she know how to get it up

You ain’t got keep it on the low son, her head game is crazy

 

[Outro: 50 Cent]

Erick Sermon, 2000 shit

Def Squad nigga, 50 Cent nigga

What-what nigga