Текст (слова) песни: Poet f Godfather Dob, Prodigy - The Heat Is On (Unreleased Version)

[Verse 1: Poet]
Thats my word, I`m motherfucking stressed
It seems like life`s tryin to put me through a test
Cuz every fuckin day it`s just gettin worse
Whats worse? Might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
But no time to think about the consequences
The years in jail, fuck the death sentence
All I know is that I need mad cash in a flash
Befo` I gotta kill somebody ass
Might as well be in jail or dead
Cuz if you ain`t gettin paid then you ain`t gettin ahead (that`s word nigga)
Sittin in my room with the lights out thinkin`
I`m alive, but I ain`t livin, I`m leakin`
I made my bed and I`ma lay in it
But I ain`t gonna stay in it
I might start sprayin shit
I should`ve stayed in school, but that`s a dead issue
Fuck a G.E.D., thats like toilet tissue
All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers
Runnin with a bunch of stupid crazy motherfuckers
Niggaz fuckin their money up, niggaz gettin knocked
And jealous motherfuckers, they want the whole block
Though I could start flippin gettin on a mission

But I need much more, no time for bullshittin`
Niggaz listen...

[Chorus: Godfather Don - repeat 2X]
The H-E-A-T- makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin, figures, touch somethin`
The heat is on, got a niggaz blood rushin`
I wanna touch somethin, niggaz bust somethin`

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Yo, all I know is guns, all I do is slug
I`d rather plug you with the heater than to have you front
My life revolves around the snub 4th
Stay gettin those outside of New York
Bullets from the cornerstore, I`m bringin home a arsen
Interstate 95 North to the Jackie Robinson
Watch out for D`s in caprices in tauruses
Empire mistakes for cops, mad nervous
Back at home sell a few burners
Keep a miz and a seven mil for my personal
Walk with benevolence, holdin twin fifths
380`s in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chick
That nigga P is sick, I need a silencer connect, see me
Niggaz be lyin, tellin stories, tell it walkin`
My nigga`s into drugs and extortion
Knotty head for them niggaz on the nightshift pumpin`
The heat is on nigga....

[Chorus] - 6X

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