Sticky Fingaz - Ma**ive Heat lyrics

Kurupt: Uh, PG Verse 1: Peter Gunz I walk holding my balls about an inch from the wall Keep b**hes hypnotized as if my name was biggie smalls Your girl's a dime dipper, n***a keep her head locked Trust Gunz with your wife? Motherf**er bet not Sleep on Peter G, please don't ever doubt it From here to New Orleans, I'll improve da bout it bout it When a days I do a Michael, to the days of being jailed Clash with thoughts that kept my fresh mind stale Bridge: Peter Gunz and Kurupt Now, who you know, with a New York flow That keeps a grower 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 n***as 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' drums 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 this sh**'s for you All my gun slingin' n***as from L.A. to New York Who ain't havin' it, let the pistols spray then we talk Cause a n***a got to do what he gots to do So if you that type of n***a then this sh**'s 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