The Heat is On
(Prodigy and KL talking)
(P) "Yo, yo dun, whattup baby?"
(KL) "whats the deal son?"
(P) "ain't shit man, we was just talkin' about that shit last night
that shit is crazy right?"
(KL) "For real son, shorty was like Sixteen"
(P) "Police come skiddin' up on the sidewalk and shit, what the fuck i
wrong with niggas man?"
(KL) "You seen them niggas dun? them niggas crazy"
(P) "shit is hot though, they need to chill the fuck out with that man"
(KL "Word, it's aight though son, we survivers in this game"
Screwball with the Mobb...times is hard on everybody boulevard....
Verse 1: (Poet
Thats my word, I'm mothafuckin' stresse
It seems like life's tryin' to put me through a tes
'cause every fuckin' day it's just gettin' wors
whats worse? might go out, die hard and end up in a hears
but no time to think about the consequence
the years in jail, fuck the death sentenc
all I know is that I need mad cash in a flas
before I gotta kill somebody as
might as well be in jail or dea
'cause if you ain't gettin' paid then you ain't gettin' ahead (that
word
sittin' in my room with the lights out thinkin
I'm alive, but I ain't livin', I'm leakin
I made my bed and I'm'a lay in i
but I ain't gonna stay in i
I might start sprayin' shi
I should've stayed in school, but thats a dead issu
fuck a G.E.D., thats like toilet tissu
all my friends are hoodlums and hustler
runnin' with a bunch of stupid crazy mothafucka
niggas fuckin' their money up, niggas gettin' knocke
and jealous mothafuckas, they want the whole bloc
though I could start flippin' gettin' on a mission, but I need muc
more, no time for bullshittin
niggas listen...
Chorus (Godfather Don
The H-E-A-T makes me craz
I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin
the heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin
I wanna touch somethin', niggas bust somethin
Repea
Verse 2: (Prodigy
Yo, all I know is guns, all I do is slu
I'd rather plug you with the heater than to have you fron
my life revolves around the snub Fourt
stay gettin' those outside of NewYor
bullets from the cornerstore, I'm bringin' home a arse
interstate 95 North to the Jackie Robinso
watch out for D's in Caprices in Tauruse
Security Guards mistaken as cops, mad nervou
back at home sell a few burner
keep a miz and a Seven Mil for my persona
walk with benevolence, holdin' twin Fifth
380's in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chic
that nigga P is sick, I need a silencer connect, see m
niggas be lyin', tellin' stories, tell it walkin
my niggas is into drugs and extortio
knotty head for them niggas on the nightshift pumpin
the heat is on nigga....
Chorus 6x
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