Prodigy Of Mobb Deep - The Heat is On lyrics

(Prodigy and KL talking) (P) "Yo, yo dun, whattup baby?" (KL) "whats the deal son?" (P) "ain't sh** man, we was just talkin' about that sh** last night That sh** is crazy right?" (KL) "For real son, shorty was like Sixteen" (P) "Police come skiddin' up on the sidewalk and sh**, what the f** is Wrong with n***as man?" (KL) "You seen them n***as dun? them n***as crazy" (P) "sh** is hot though, they need to chill the f** out with that man" (KL "Word, it's aight though son, we survivers in this game" Screwball with the Mobb...times is hard on everybody boulevard..... Verse 1: (Poet) Thats my word, I'm mothaf**in' stressed It seems like life's tryin' to put me through a test Cause every f**in' day it's just gettin' worse Whats worse? might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse But 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 gotta k** somebody a** 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 alive, but 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' sh** I should've stayed in school, but thats a dead issue f** a G.E.D., thats like toilet tissue All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers Runnin' with a bunch of stupid crazy mothaf**as n***as f**in' their money up, n***as gettin' knocked And jealous mothaf**as, they want the whole block Though I could start flippin' gettin' on a mission, but I need much More, no time for bullsh**tin' n***as listen.... Chorus (Godfather Don) The H-E-A-T makes me crazy I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin' The heat is on, got a n***as blood rushin' I wanna touch somethin', n***as bust somethin' Repeat Verse 2: (Prodigy) Yo, all I know is guns, all 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 cornerstore, I'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 cops, mad nervous Back at home sell a few burners Keep a miz and a Seven Mil for my personal Walk with benevolence, holdin' twin Fifths 380's in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chick That n***a P is sick, I need a silencer connect, see me n***as be lyin', tellin' stories, tell it walkin' My n***as is into d** and extortion Knotty head for them n***as on the nightshift pumpin' The heat is on n***a..... Chorus 6x