The Heat

Intro:

*car drives past*

Uh yeah yeah

*gunshots*

got you dog

uh...grrrrrrrrr

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 ya mutha ready to cry

The heat is on high, oh, you know

[DMX]

The heat is on what's 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 gettin' away, to small

tell'em like this look, it's gone be

a shoot out, whoeva make it out

gone meet back at the new house

good luck, if I don't see you again peace

let's handle our business

wit the government police, you and you

go out the front, you take the back

you cover the first two

and I'll take the sac

Boomer didn't make it, neither did Stan

now it's three niggaz, splitin' four hundred grand (aight)

we all for the lost,but

enjoy the profit,

the game is the same,

and nuttin' gone stop it

most times you make it, one time you won't

all niggaz can really do

have invested in a coat (come on)

(Chorus: 2x)

[DMX]

me and my two mans,

gave money twenty grand, for a scam

they don't get the prime dough

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 got principles and wasn't nothin' soft

off with the discuss, jus whus slow and dizzy

everybody got it, aight let's get bizzy

run 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 finished

feds are on the way, but I'm tryin to see spinach

in and out, duffle bag

has lost the bat, extra large sport coat

to cover up the mac

feds made attack, I spit lead out

niggaz sped out, run up on a sivilian

in his car, made him get out

*gunfight over the last three lines*

(Chorus: 2x)

[DMX]

high speed chasin', racin' thru the streets

deaths in the air, I can taste it

thru the heat, my potnahs goin' fast

I don't think he's gone last

and if he don't, I'ma hit his wife

with his half, but that's tha type in da game

seen jus rappin, I made it, he didn't

but ain't shit happen

what can I do, but go on livin'

fleein' from the condoe, 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 possiablity

the way I play, feds stops you from killin' me

it's too hot to be in the heat

cuz it's on, too hot to be in the streets

so I'm gone, go back to bein' discreet

and live long til one day,

either me or the heat is gone

(Chorus: 2x)

*car drives past*