Intro:*car drives past*
Uh yeah yeah*gunshots*got you doguh...grrrrrrrrruh..arf arf arf..
Chorus:
The heat is onare yall really ready to fly
The heat is onare yall really ready to die
The heat is oonnnnnhave ya mutha ready to cry
The heat is on high, oh, you know
[DMX]
The heat is on what's my next movedo I stick with the score, or get with the doorfeds got the drop, in the backof the uhaul, snipers on the roofchance of gettin' away, to smalltell'em like this look, it's gone bea shoot out, whoeva make it outgone meet back at the new housegood luck, if I don't see you again peacelet's handle our businesswit the government police, you and yougo out the front, you take the backyou cover the first twoand I'll take the sac
Boomer didn't make it, neither did standnow it's three niggaz, splitin' four hundred grand (aight)we all for the lost,butenjoy the profit,the game is the same,and nuttin' gone stop itmost times you make it, one time you won'tall niggaz can really dohave invested in a ?coke? (come on)(
Chorus: 2x)[DMX]me and my two mans,gave money twenty grand, for a scamthey don't get the prime doughin the sand, andchances of gettin' caughtslim next to none, now we like three deepneed that extra gunbump into my man, I remember from up North
I remember he got ???? and wasn't nothin' softoff with the discuss, jus whus slow and dizzyeverybody got it, aight let's get bizzyrun 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 finishedfeds are on the way, but I'm tryin to see spinachin and out, duffle baghas lost the bat, extra large sport coatto cover up the macfeds made attack, I spit lead outniggaz sped out, run up on a sivilianin his car, made him get out*gunfight over the last three lines*(
Chorus: 2x)[DMX]high speed chasin', racin' thru the streetsdeaths in the air, I can taste itthru the heat, my potnahs goin' fast
I don't think he's gone lastand if he don't, I'ma hit his wifewith his half, but that's tha type in da gameseen jus rappin, I made it, he didn'tbut ain't shit happenwhat can I do, but go on livin'fleein' from the condoe, I go on a ribbonlife goes on, that might sound wrongbut heeyyy, we all live by the rules,of the game we playday to day, death is a possiablitythe way I play, feds stops you from killin' meit's too hot to be in the heatcuz it's on, too hot to be in the streetsso I'm gone, go back to bein' discreetand live long til one day,either me or the heat is gone(
Chorus: 2x)*car drives past*
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