Tytuł: The heat

• Wykonawca: DMX
• Wyświetleń: 296

  
   Intro:
  *car drives past*
  Uh yeah yeah
  *gunshots*
  got you dog
  uh...grrrrrrrrr
  uh..arf arf arf..
  Chorus:
  The heat is on
  are yall really ready to fly
  The heat is on
  are yall really ready to die
  The heat is oonnnnn
  have ya mutha ready to cry
  The heat is on high, oh, you know
  [DMX]
  The heat is on what's my next move
  do I stick with the score, or get with the door
  feds got the drop, in the back
  of the uhaul, snipers on the roof
  chance of gettin' away, to small
  tell'em like this look, it's gone be
  a shoot out, whoeva make it out
  gone meet back at the new house
  good luck, if I don't see you again peace
  let's handle our business
  wit the government police, you and you
  go out the front, you take the back
  you cover the first two
  and I'll take the sac
  Boomer didn't make it, neither did Stan
  now it's three niggaz, splitin' four hundred grand (aight)
  we all for the lost,but
  enjoy the profit,
  the game is the same,
  and nuttin' gone stop it
  most times you make it, one time you won't
  all niggaz can really do
  have invested in a coat (come on)
  (Chorus: 2x)
  [DMX]
  me and my two mans,
  gave money twenty grand, for a scam
  they don't get the prime dough
  in the sand, and
  chances of gettin' caught
  slim next to none, now we like three deep
  need that extra gun
  bump into my man, I remember from up North
  I remember he got principles and wasn't nothin' soft
  off with the discuss, jus whus slow and dizzy
  everybody got it, aight let's get bizzy
  run up in the bank bitch
  *woman screams* hit the deck *gun shots*
  yo bust money,and get the keys off his neck
  (come here)
  we on the clock, three mintues til we finished
  feds are on the way, but I'm tryin to see spinach
  in and out, duffle bag
  has lost the bat, extra large sport coat
  to cover up the mac
  feds made attack, I spit lead out
  niggaz sped out, run up on a sivilian
  in his car, made him get out
  *gunfight over the last three lines*
  (Chorus: 2x)
  [DMX]
  high speed chasin', racin' thru the streets
  deaths in the air, I can taste it
  thru the heat, my potnahs goin' fast
  I don't think he's gone last
  and if he don't, I'ma hit his wife
  with his half, but that's tha type in da game
  seen jus rappin, I made it, he didn't
  but ain't shit happen
  what can I do, but go on livin'
  fleein' from the condoe, I go on a ribbon
  life goes on, that might sound wrong
  but heeyyy, we all live by the rules,
  of the game we play
  day to day, death is a possiablity
  the way I play, feds stops you from killin' me
  it's too hot to be in the heat
  cuz it's on, too hot to be in the streets
  so I'm gone, go back to bein' discreet
  and live long til one day,
  either me or the heat is gone
  (Chorus: 2x)
  *car drives past*