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Artist: Mobb Deep
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Temperature's Rising Lyrics
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Yeah
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Uhh, no doubt, son, word up
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[Havoc]
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Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run
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for a body - now it's time to stash the guns
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They probably got the phones tapped so I won't speak long
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Gimme a hot second, and I'ma put you on
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It's all messed up somebody snitchin on the crew
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And word is on the street is they got pictures of you
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Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep
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Axin on your whereabouts and where d'you sleep
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They said they just wanna question you, but me and you know
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that once they catch you, all they do is just arrest you
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then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so
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It's a good thing you bounced for now just stay low
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Once in a blue I check to see how you're doin
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I know you need loot, so I send it through Western Union
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They probably knock down the door
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in the middle of the night, sometimes around four
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Hopin to find who they lookin for but they won't succed
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All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed
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But word son, you got the projects hotter than hell
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Harder for brothers, to get they thug on but oh well
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Son they know too much, even the hoodrat chicks
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Oh you heard who did what, no I don't who did shit!
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So stop askin, then I know I'm not goin crazy
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From windows, I see lights flashin and maybe
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somebody's takin pictures - and you know who that be
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Police lovers, and neighborhood snitches
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They put up your sheet so everybody's pointin fingers
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and lyin, aiyyo son, the temp is risin
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[Chorus]
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The temperature's risin, no there's nothin surprisin
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The temperature's risin, huh and ain't nothin surprisin
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The temperature's risin, huh and ain't nothin surprisin
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The temperature's risin (There's nothin surprisin)
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[Prodigy]
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What up black? Hold your head wherever you at
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On the flow from the cops with wings on your back
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That snitch nigga - gave police your location
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We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation
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Killer listen, shit ain't the same without you at home
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Phony niggas walk around tryin to be your clone
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They really fear you, when you was at home they was pale
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That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail
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By the time you hear this rhyme you'll probably be locked up
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Tried to hide somewhere along the lines your plans slipped up
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Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back
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Reminisce on how I used to pick you up in the Ac
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Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep
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Wonderin who snitched it got me losin lots of sleep
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at night, you know my mouth is tight
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I never sang to the cops cause that shit ain't right
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Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack
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Damn - why the situation go down like dat?
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It'll be a long time before the heat dies down
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And a - couple of years 'fore we see you around
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But 'til then maintain and keep your story the same
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The cops is grabbin wrong niggas, lookin for someone to blame
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They harrassin, strugglin to find the truth
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There's a chance ya case'll get thrown out, cause they ain't got no proof
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to say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy
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Deliver - me the gun, I'll tie it to a brick and throw it in the river
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Make sure it sinks to the bottom
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Outsmart police, snuck you out the projects, we got 'em
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But still, but still, but still...
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[Chorus 3X]
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(Surprisin)
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[repeat to fade]
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Temperature's Rising
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