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Artist DMX

Uh yea yea (gunshots) got you dogg 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 Verse one 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 ploice,

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 a nigga can you is hide a vest under his coat (come on) Chorus 2x

Verse two me and my two mans, gave money twenty grand, for a scam they don't 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 wasn't nothin' soft OFTEN the discuss, jus whus

GOIN dizzy everybody got it, aight let's get bizzy 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 til we finished feds are on the way, but I

am tryin to see spinach in and out, duffle bag ACROSS the back, extra large

sport coat to cover up the mac feds made attack, I spit lead out nigga's out,

run up on a sivilian in his car, made him get out Chorus 2x Verse three high

speed chasin', racin' thru the streets deaths in the air, I can taste it thru

the heat, my partnas goin' fast I don't think he's gone last and if he don't, I

ama hit his wife with his half, but that's tha TYPE NIGGA I AM THIS AINT jus

rappin, I made it, he didn't but AY 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 games we play day to day, death is

a possiablity the way I play, A VEST 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 am gone, go back

to bein' discreet and live long til one day, either me or the heat is gone COME

ON Chorus 2x (car drives past)

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