Heat Lyrics by Dmx
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lyrics title : Heatperformed by : Dmx
language : english
added on : March 22, 2009
modified on : September 15, 2009
Heat
Uh yeah yeah[gunshots]
Uh...grrrrrrrrr...uh...hot!
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 your mother ready to cry
The heat is on high
The heat is on, you know
Verse one:
The heat is on whats 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 getting away too small
Tellem like this look, its gonna be a shoot out
Whoever make it out meet back at the new house good luck
If I dont see you again peace
Lets handle our business with these government police
You and you go out the front you take the back
You cover the first two and Ill take the sack
Boomer didnt make it, neither did stan
Now 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 it
Most times you make it one time you wont
All a nigga could really do is have a vest under the coat [come on]
Chorus 2x
Verse two:
Me and my two mans gave money twenty grand
For a scam they dont get the condo 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 had principles and wasnt nothin soft
Off with disgust just was slow and dizzy
Everybody got it aight lets get busy
Run up in the bank bitch [woman screams]hit the deck
Yo bust money,and get the keys off his neck [come here]
We on the clock, three mintues until we finished
Feds are on the way, but Im tryin to see spinach
In and out duffle bag across the back
Extra large sports coat to cover up the mack
Feds they attack, I spit lead out niggaz spread out
Run up on a civilian in his car, made him get out
Chorus 2x
Verse three:
High speed chasin, racin through the streets
Deaths in the air, I can taste it through the heat
My partners goin fast I dont think hes gonna last
And if he dont, ima hit his wife with his half
But thats the type of nigga I am this aint just rappin
I made it, he didnt but aint shit happens
What can I do, but go on livin
Fleein from the condo, 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 possibility
The way I play is a fist stops you from killin me
Its too hot to be in the heat cuz its on
Too hot to be in the streets so Im gone
Go back to being discreet live long
Til one day, either me or the heat is gone
Come on!
Chorus 2x
