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Poet - The Heat is On (Unreleased Version) Lyrics
Artist: Mobb Deep
Album: Free Agents - The Murda Mixtape (Bonus Disc)
Verse 1: (poet)
Thats my word, i'm mothafuckin' stressed
It seems like life's tryin' to put me through a test
'cause 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
Before i gotta kill somebody ass
Might as well be in jail or dead
'cause if you ain't gettin' paid then you ain't gettin' ahead (thats
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'm'a lay in it
But i ain't gonna stay in it
I might start sprayin' shit
I should've stayed in school, but thats 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 mothafuckas
Niggas fuckin' their money up, niggas gettin' knocked
And jealous mothafuckas, they want the whole block
Though i could start flippin' gettin' on a mission, but i need much
More, no time for bullshittin'
Chorus (godfather don)
The h-e-a-t makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin', niggas 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 fourth
Stay gettin' those outside of newyork
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
Security guards mistaken as 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
Niggas be lyin', tellin' stories, tell it walkin'
My niggas is into drugs and extortion
Knotty head for them niggas on the nightshift pumpin'
The heat is on nigga.....
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