Screwball
Screwball - The Heat is On lyrics
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(prodigy and kl talking) (p) "yoyo dunwhattup baby? " (kl) "whats the deal son? " (p) "ain't shit manwe was just talkin' about that shit last night That shit is crazy right? " (kl) "for real sonshorty was like sixteen" (p) "police come skiddin' up on the sidewalk and shitwhat the fuck is Wrong with niggas man? " (kl) "you seen them niggas dun? them niggas crazy" (p) "shit is hot thoughthey need to chill the fuck out with that man" (kl "wordit's aight though sonwe survivers in this game" Screwball with the mobb...times is hard on everybody boulevard..... Verse 1: (poet) Thats my wordI'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 outdie hard and end up in a hearse But no time to think about the consequences The years in jailfuck 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 Word) Sittin' in my room with the lights out thinkin' I'm alivebut 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 schoolbut 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 upniggas gettin' knocked And jealous mothafuckasthey want the whole block Though I could start flippin' gettin' on a missionbut I need much Moreno time for bullshittin' Niggas listen.... Chorus (godfather don) The h-e-a-t makes me crazy I wanna bust somethin'figurestouch somethin' The heat is ongot a niggas blood rushin' I wanna touch somethin'niggas bust somethin' Repeat Verse 2: (prodigy) Yoall I know is gunsall 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 cornerstoreI'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 copsmad nervous Back at home sell a few burners Keep a miz and a seven mil for my personal Walk with benevolenceholdin' twin fifths 380's in the whipa mini-eagle for my chick That nigga p is sickI need a silencer connectsee me Niggas be lyin'tellin' storiestell it walkin' My niggas is into drugs and extortion Knotty head for them niggas on the nightshift pumpin' The heat is on nigga..... Chorus 6x