Mobb Deep - Poet - The Heat Is On (featprodigy) lyrics

Poet: Thats my word I'm muthaf**a stressed It seems life tryin to put me through a test Cause every f**in day its just gettin worse What first,Might go out and die hard or end up in a hearse(Pow!) No time to think about the consequences The years in jail, f** the d**h sentence All I know is that I need mad cash in a flash Before I have to k** somebody a** Sittin in my room wit the lights out thinkin