Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz - Ma**ive Heat lyrics

Kurupt:Uh, PG Verse 1: Peter Gunz I walk holdin my balls, About an inch from the wall, Keep hips hypnotized as if My name was biggie smalls, Your girls are docced dip in, n***a keep a headlock, Trust Gunz with your wife? Motherf**er bet not, Sleep on Peter G, Peas don't eevr doubt it, >From here to New Orleans, I'll improve 'em, bout it bout it, When a days I do a Michael, To the days of being jailed, Cla** with thoughts that kept My fresh mind stale, Bridge: Peter Gunz and Kurupt Now, who you know With the New York, that keeps a brother respect >From California like I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg? Peter Gunz: Well, I'm Pete gunny Gunz, For plenty ammo ammo, Shove this pipe in yo wife, And watch her voice hit soprano, I got rhymes, co*k mine, Just sh**s naughty gimmick, That n***a that raps about it But he do it in a minute, Got schemes that'll break yo wealth, Break yo health, You see me comin n***a, Just break yourself, (break yourself) A bronx tails like deniro The girl call me, "hero", Bust a kids' in the mouth in a 15-0-0, Playas play on, Hatas hate on, Put my weight on, Hit yo b**h off, And then I skate on, Lay on, me, Nigags can't touch this, Try to rush this? (sh**) f** this, Get the f** out of here, (you know what I'm sayin?) Chorus: Kurupt This is for my n***as, Holdin down the street, Sellin guns hand to hand, Under ma**ive heat, Cause a n***a got to do, What he gots to do, So if you that type of n***a, Then it's just for you, All my guns, Swingin n***as from L.A.To New York, Who ain't havin it?Let the picture spray And we talk, Cause a n***a got to do, What he gots to do, So if you that type of n***a, Then it's just for you Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz This is the facsimile, You bout to get that a** faxed, This is simple, And beat with bast, I got a little somethin somethin, For all you cats, And all you fleas, And all you Cs, (all y'all) Midnight dark, co*k back the spark, It starts sparkin, And everything's dark, And I know where them n***as is at, There they go, Gettin hit like, "Where the homies at? Where they go?" Yeah n***a, Left all alone in the zone, Where heads are flown back, Bone flown in the zone, Terrors, dripemental, Tight and gigantic, Titanium, Subterrainium, Titanic, it's all loose, Vanish and run 'em down, (what?) Peter Gun and the down, Full pound, full round, Tariq stack the pockets of his pants, Rob a fringah, (what?) That's what you get For f**ing with n***as with Sticky Fingaz, (yeah, yeah) I though about it, And naw, I don't doubt it, Might get us, But don't f** with us, Verse 3: Peter Gunz: Gunz (7x) Movin and groovin And showin (fade) Ay yo I blast in the door, Everybody get the f** down, Anybody move is gettin f**ed down, Kurupt pull the truck round, Blindfolded gag these n***as, Grab these n***as, They move bodybag these n***as, That's when they start b**hin, Like, "he said it, and he said it", What the funny sh** about it (yo) They both gettin get it, Do you head it? It's a lot fish, You might see the Titanic, In this gigantic, But you're dead n***a in Five minutes Verse 4: Lord Tariq Ay yo Gunz,I bust him in the mouth, Give him new meaning to "Bite the bullet", If he flips, I won't think, I react just pull it, Got to take 22 full clips, co*k it back to you, Next silly you, I'm k**in you, You gettin blessed by the L-O, Say hello to my big partner, Yo with this heavy metal, I'm a rock ya, I tell yo f**in block, bring your guns, Ya bring your goons, And I'm k**in all 9 of y'all motherf**ers, Chorus Lord Tariq: Ay yo I see 9 n***as, I got 9 shots, I gots to stay low, n***as know me from Robbin spots, Better be get my rec on, Got my vest on, My sh** is reinforced, Stick enough to stop Teflon, They got about a key, In the corner, They sittin in a 3, In a quarter, On the way of the manslaughter, So I approach the man, The keys to the car, cash and the coke, Get the f** on the floor, Or get smoked motherf**er, Starin at the trees on my trucker, Jumped in the 3, I hit a bruptner, I must've been doing about 80, Some n***as gave chasin a Mercedes, I'm laughin, (haha) co*ked my nine, and start blastin, Six to the chest, For being swift with the tongue, Now you use a garbage bag, For a lung, You can't f** with a gun, I've been in this game since '81, Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz y'all done