Heat
  Uh yeah yeah
  [gunshots]
  Uh...grrrrrrrrr...uh...hot!
  Uh..arf arf arf..
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  The heat is on Are y'all really ready to fly
  The heat is on Are y'all really ready to die
  The heat is oonnnnn
  Have your mother ready to cry
  The heat is on high
  The heat is on, 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 getting away too small
  Tell'em like this look, it's gonna be a shoot out
  Whoever make it out meet back at the new house good luck
  If I don't see you again peace
  Let's handle our business with these government police
  You and you go out the front you take the back
  You cover the first two and I'll take the sack
  Boomer didn't make it, neither did Stan
  Now it's three niggaz, splitin' four hundred grand (aight)
  We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit
  The game is the same and nothin gonna stop it
  Most times you make it one time you won't
  All a nigga could really do is have a vest under the 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
  Off with disgust just was slow and dizzy
  Everybody got it aight let's get busy
  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 until we finished
  Feds are on the way, but I'm tryin to see spinach
  In and out duffle bag across the back
  Extra large sports coat to cover up the mack
  Feds they attack, I spit lead out niggaz spread out
  Run up on a civilian in his car, made him get out
    [Chorus 2x]
    [Verse three:]
  High speed chasin, racin through the streets
  Death's in the air, I can taste it through the heat
  My partner's goin' fast I don't think he's gonna last
  And if he don't, I'ma hit his wife with his half
  But that's the type of nigga I am this ain't just rappin
  I made it, he didn't but ain't shit happens
  What can I do, but go on livin'
  Fleein' from the condo, 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 possibility
  The way I play is a fist 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 being discreet live long
  Til one day, either me or the heat is gone
  Come On!
    [Chorus 2x]