Screwball - The Heat Is On Lyrics
(prodigy and kl talking)(p) yo, yo dun, whattup baby?(kl) whats the deal son?(p) aint 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 ***** isWrong with niggas man?(kl) you seen them niggas dun? them niggas crazy(p) shit is hot though, they need to chill the ***** out with that man(kl word, its aight though son, we survivers in this gameScrewball with the mobb...times is hard on everybody boulevard.....Verse 1: (poet)Thats my word, Im motha*****in stressedIt seems like lifes tryin to put me through a testcause every *****in day its just gettin worseWhats worse? might go out, die hard and end up in a hearseBut no time to think about the consequencesThe years in jail, ***** the death sentenceAll I know is that I need mad cash in a flashBefore I gotta kill somebody assMight as well be in jail or deadcause if you aint gettin paid then you aint gettin ahead (thatsWord)Sittin in my room with the lights out thinkinIm alive, but I aint livin, Im leakinI made my bed and ima lay in itBut I aint gonna stay in itI might start sprayin shitI shouldve stayed in school, but thats a dead issue***** a g.e.d., thats like toilet tissueAll my friends are hoodlums and hustlersRunnin with a bunch of stupid crazy motha*****asNiggas *****in their money up, niggas gettin knockedAnd jealous motha*****as, they want the whole blockThough I could start flippin gettin on a mission, but I need muchMore, no time for bullshittinNiggas listen....Chorus (godfather don)The h-e-a-t makes me crazyI wanna bust somethin, figures, touch somethinThe heat is on, got a niggas blood rushinI wanna touch somethin, niggas bust somethinRepeatVerse 2: (prodigy)Yo, all I know is guns, all I do is slugId rather plug you with the heater than to have you frontMy life revolves around the snub fourthStay gettin those outside of newyorkBullets from the cornerstore, Im bringin home a arsenInterstate 95 north to the jackie robinsonWatch out for ds in caprices in taurusesSecurity guards mistaken as cops, mad nervousBack at home sell a few burnersKeep a miz and a seven mil for my personalWalk with benevolence, holdin twin fifths380s in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chickThat nigga p is sick, I need a silencer connect, see meNiggas be lyin, tellin stories, tell it walkinMy niggas is into drugs and extortionKnotty head for them niggas on the nightshift pumpinThe heat is on nigga.....Chorus 6x
