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Heads Up Lyrics

Heads Up by Baby  

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Heads Up Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man

Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man

Aye, I heard it was a murder
Robbin', kidnappin'
Lil one with that jaw jackin', sayin' that he stackin'
Ain't packin', that tool go to clappin'

You hear that click, pow
Move out before the click, click, pow
Man, I don't like that nigga anyway, I heard he been rattin'
We can drag him to the river, Stone, nah, leave him for Atrice

Look, I'm a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum, slow down
I came with the four pounds, so fuckin' let it go down
I'm tired of them niggas talkin', I'm lettin' the trigga sparker
Bull dog barkin', Cadillac done did 'em awful

He rattin', stoopin', bitchin' an' bustin' balls
Say Lac, I'ma send this nigga to the mall
It's one way in, dog, heads up
Grab on them K-9 dogs

Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man

Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man

Stunna, a street nigga, straight up, make him act as money
An' I don't sleep nigga, I stay up in a black 600
I play for keeps, nigga, so pay up, ain't jackin' nothin'
The price is cheap, nigga, heads up, crackers comin'

See, I'm a known D Boy, so they hits my spot
Put my homies on they knees an' they check for rocks
So we change stash spots 'cause the blocks is hot
On the rag-less cars, so they can't clip my spots

The Caprice's on the block movin' slowly
Heads up, that's the mother fuckin' police
Here come the laws, nigga, heads up
Better raise up, big chips if ya made somethin'

Move, move out, nigga
They comin' through what about the traffic, Daddy?
Nigga, fuck you, heads up, you know what to do
You best to break, run 'cause nigga, they comin' through

Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man

Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man

They told me put my hands on the car an' show me your hands
I had some raw in my draws, so I broke out an' ran
I can't afford to be busted 'til my money advance
But I'm runnin' with the Birdman, so I'm straight, nigga

I'm on the block with the rocks an' the 44
It's so hot an' we still burn a pound of dro'
Million stashed in the trunk or compartment doors
A hundred birds stashed in a Bentley four door

I'm stickin' to Tha G Code, Tees an' Bauts
Break it up [Incomprehensible] covered in rocks
Got a bitch on every exit that's holdin' my blocks
An' I drive a hooptie but keep my Lexus by my older shops

Streets watchin', I know that's why I'm on my shit
Now people ridin' with four doors up my click
Showin' them off to rookie cops to watch out for me
An' I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me

Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man

Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man



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