Mobb Deep - Temperature's Rising Lyrics
YeahUhh, no doubt, son, word up(havoc)Word up, son, I heard they got you on the runFilled with body, now its time to stash the gunsThey probably got the phone tap so I wont speak longGimme a half second and ima put you onIts all messed up, somebodys snitchin on the crewAnd word is on the street is they got pictures of youHomicide came to the crib last night, six deepAxin on your whereabouts, so where dyou sleep?They said they just wanna question you bet me and you knowThat once they catch you, all they do is just arrest youThen arraign you, hang you, I dont think soIts a good thing you bounced but now youre stayin lowOnce in a blue I check ta see how ya doinI know you need loot so I send it thru western unionThey probably knock down the doorIn the middle of the night, sometimes around fourHopin to find who theyre lookin for but they want ta seeAll they gonna find is mad empty bags of weedBut worse, son, you got the projects hotter than hellHarder for brothers to get their thug on but oh wellSon, they know too much, even the hoodrat chicksOh, you heard who did what and why I dont this shitSo stop askin, then I know Im not goin crazyFrom windows I see lights flashin and maybeSomebodys takin picturesYou know who that be, police lovers and neighbourhood snitchesThey put up *? pertice? * so everybodys pointin fingersAnd lyin, aiyo son, the temp is risinChorus:The temperatures risin, no theres nothin surprisinThe temperatures risin, huh and nothins surprisinThe temperatures risin, huh and theres nothin surprisinThe temperatures risin (theres nothin surprisin)(prodigy)What up, black? hold your head wherever you atOn the flow from the cops or wings on your backsThat snitch nigga gave police your locationWell chop his body up in six degrees of separationKiller listen, shit aint the same without you at homePhony niggas walk around tryin to be your cloneThey really fear you, when you was at home you was paleThats why they wanna see you either dead or in jailBy the time you hear this rhyme you probably be locked upTried to hussle, where along the lines your plan slipped upGot caught up in a crime that you cant take backReminisce on how I use to pick you up in the acYears ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deepWonderin who snitched and got me losin lots of sleepAt night, you know my mouth is tightI never sang to the cops cos that shit aint rightSometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrackDamn, why the situation go down like dat?Itll be a long time before the heat dies downIn a couple of years, fool well see you aroundBut til then maintain and keep ya story the sameThe cops is grabbin wrong niggas, lookin for someone to blameThey harrassin, strugglin to find the truthIs it a chance ya casell get thrown out cos they aint got no proofTo say youre guilty, your fingerprints filthyDeliver me the gun, Ill tie two, quickly throw it in the riverMake sure its safe to the bottomOur smart police snuck you out at the projects, we got emBut still, but still, but still......Chorus x3(surprisin)*repeat to fade*
