Krayzie Bone - Heated Heavy lyrics

Leatherface, let 'em die...shoot 'em... Shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they Move (move, move) Intro Runnin' with the ak-47, watch 'em all fall dwn, down (1, 2, 3, 4; dead) Runnin' with the ak-47, come on what's up with y'all now (what's up with y'all Now) -refrain- Runnin' with the ak-47 buckin', heated heavy/ n***a love the way i wet 'em when I get up in 'em Krayzie Runnin' with the ak-47/ buckin', heated heavy, bustin' n***as in the belly/ then I follow with the .357 and then the automatic tech'll get 'em/ n***as love the way i wet 'em when I get up in 'em Hit 'em, and i really meant to split 'em/ put these n***as on they a** like a Overdose of penicillin Murda, n***a wanna pack a pistol wit it/ we got a coffin that'll fit you in it/ The bullets come with it Heard a n***a 'posed to be on the stalk/ so now we takin' caution when we walk/ A lot of n***as can Talk, they better not be actin'/ n***a better show me some affirmative action/ Cuz i'm a take it Maybe more/ comin' throu blastin'/ an innocent n***a; you try to run and go Back/ cuz n***a, That crossfire's no lie/ your muthaf**in' bullets fly by me blind/ it's a hell Of a war so muthaf**er Bring it on, b**h/ hell yeah, we been ready for the longest/ who you gonna come With? yes We sinnin', so maybe to die; we gotta be ready (ready) got into the game just a Lil' too deep (too Deep) now muthaf**ers on the creep and i can't sleep until my enemies rest in Peace, rest in peace -refrain- (murda mo! it's that bloody murda mo!) Krayzie Yeah, stackin' the artillery shop/ then get the enemy and f** up the cops/ this sh**'ll k** 'em on the Spot/ throw 'em in the lake/ right off of the rocks and get the f** away/ don't Get caught You better hurry, n***a/ g-o for what you n-o/ so ho, come on/ n***a, wanna see If it's real We got promos/ stack 'em and tag 'em with the 44 magnum/ get 'em inside 'em, hit The spine Paralyze 'em/ listen to the pistol when it whistles, spittin' many missles, Splittin' n***as to the gristle Hit 'em in the middle of the forehead/ is the muthaf**in' ho dead? oh, yeah! Reload it! m-11 9 millimeters up in the front; pump stuck, when we jump out to run; they in the Trunk/ i told you Right up under my seat i keep heat/ you playin' me? don't forget, it's right Next to my feet Never know what i'm a pull out and shoot when i reach, and y'all ain't leavin' The scene without bleedin'; Stick it to 'em/ n***a, give it to 'em however they want it/ bring it to us, and It's brung back/ trust us -refrain- (murda mo! it's that bloody murda mo!) Krayzie Who you gonna f** with? thugline? now it's the end of the song and i drunk the Whole bottle I been f**in' with the k**a liquor/ sippin' hennessey/ and i got me the pin to See the f**in' enemy That wanna put me deep/ paranoid when i'm in the streets; bulletproof, but they Can get me Underneath or in the upper h-e-a-d/ and i don't wanna be another casualty-ty so I got to be much Quicker to release/ screamin' bloody murder/ makin' muthaf**ers eat the Mossburger/ undertaker n***a, take 'em under to the wasteland/ leather face up in the place/ you better Pin a n***a Crazy? krayzie/ never mistake me for these lames that be fakin', playa hatin', Concentratin'/ so we Eliminate and we erase 'em, erase 'em, yes we erase 'em, erase 'em, erase 'em, Yes we erase 'em Outro If you wanna get f**ed up, n***a wanna get bucked up (jump); buck...{shot}