DMX - Heat Lyrics
Uh yeah yeah(gunshots)Uh...grrrrrrrrr...uh...hot!Uh..arf arf arf..Chorus :The heat is on are yall really ready to flyThe heat is on are yall really ready to dieThe heat is oonnnnnHave your mother ready to cryThe heat is on highThe heat is on, you knowVerse one:The heat is on whats my next moveDo I stick with the score, or get with the doorFeds got the drop in the back of the uhaulSnipers on the roof chance of getting away too smallTellem like this look, its gonna be a shoot outWhoever make it out meet back at the new house good luckIf I dont see you again peaceLets handle our business with these government policeYou and you go out the front you take the backYou cover the first two and Ill take the sackBoomer didnt make it, neither did stanNow its three niggaz, splitin four hundred grand (aight)We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit,The game is the same and nothin gonna stop itMost times you make it one time you wontAll a nigga could really do is have a vest under the coat (come on)Chorus 2xVerse two:Me and my two mans gave money twenty grandFor a scam they dont get the condo in the sandAnd chances of gettin caught slim next to noneNow we like three deep need that extra gunBump into my man, I remember from up northI remember he had principles and wasnt nothin softOff with disgust just was slow and dizzyEverybody got it aight lets get busyRun up in the bank ***** (woman screams)hit the deckYo bust money,and get the keys off his neck (come here)We on the clock, three mintues until we finishedFeds are on the way, but Im tryin to see spinachIn and out duffle bag across the backExtra large sports coat to cover up the mackFeds they attack, I spit lead out niggaz spread outRun up on a civilian in his car, made him get outChorus 2xVerse three:High speed chasin, racin through the streetsDeaths in the air, I can taste it through the heatMy partners goin fast I dont think hes gonna lastAnd if he dont, ima hit his wife with his halfBut thats the type of nigga I am this aint just rappinI made it, he didnt but aint shit happensWhat can I do, but go on livinFleein from the condo, I go on a ribbonLife goes on, that might sound wrong but heeyyyWe all live by the rules of the game we playDay to day, death is a possibilityThe way I play is a fist stops you from killin meIts too hot to be in the heat cuz its onToo hot to be in the streets so Im goneGo back to being discreet live longTil one day, either me or the heat is goneCome on!Chorus 2x
