(Prodigy and KL talking)
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(P) "Yo, yo dun, whattup baby?"
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(KL) "whats the deal son?"
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(P) "ain't shit man, we was just talkin' about that shit last night,
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that shit is crazy right?"
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(KL) "For real son, shorty was like Sixteen"
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(P) "Police come skiddin' up on the sidewalk and shit, what the fuck is
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wrong with niggas man?"
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(KL) "You seen them niggas dun? them niggas crazy"
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(P) "shit is hot though, they need to chill the fuck out with that man"
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(KL "Word, it's aight though son, we survivers in this game"
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Screwball with the Mobb...times is hard on everybody boulevard.....
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Verse 1: (Poet)
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Thats my word, I'm mothafuckin' stressed
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It seems like life's tryin' to put me through a test
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'cause every fuckin' day it's just gettin' worse
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whats worse? might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
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but no time to think about the consequences
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the years in jail, fuck the death sentence
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all I know is that I need mad cash in a flash
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before I gotta kill somebody ass
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might as well be in jail or dead
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'cause if you ain't gettin' paid then you ain't gettin' ahead (thats
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word)
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sittin' in my room with the lights out thinkin'
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I'm alive, but I ain't livin', I'm leakin'
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I made my bed and I'm'a lay in it
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but I ain't gonna stay in it
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I might start sprayin' shit
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I should've stayed in school, but thats a dead issue
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fuck a G.E.D., thats like toilet tissue
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all my friends are hoodlums and hustlers
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runnin' with a bunch of stupid crazy mothafuckas
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niggas fuckin' their money up, niggas gettin' knocked
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and jealous mothafuckas, they want the whole block
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though I could start flippin' gettin' on a mission, but I need much
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more, no time for bullshittin'
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niggas listen....
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Chorus (Godfather Don)
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The H-E-A-T makes me crazy
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I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin'
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the heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin'
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I wanna touch somethin', niggas bust somethin'
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Repeat
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Verse 2: (Prodigy)
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Yo, all I know is guns, all I do is slug
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I'd rather plug you with the heater than to have you front
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my life revolves around the snub Fourth
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stay gettin' those outside of NewYork
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bullets from the cornerstore, I'm bringin' home a arsen
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interstate 95 North to the Jackie Robinson
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watch out for D's in Caprices in Tauruses
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Security Guards mistaken as cops, mad nervous
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back at home sell a few burners
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keep a miz and a Seven Mil for my personal
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walk with benevolence, holdin' twin Fifths
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380's in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chick
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that nigga P is sick, I need a silencer connect, see me
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niggas be lyin', tellin' stories, tell it walkin'
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my niggas is into drugs and extortion
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knotty head for them niggas on the nightshift pumpin'
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the heat is on nigga.....
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Chorus 6x
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The Heat is On
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| Screwball |
