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    Uh yeah yeah
    Uh..arf arf arf..

    Chorus :
    The heat is on Are y'all really ready to fly
    The heat is on Are y'all really ready to die
    The heat is oonnnnn
    Have your mother ready to cry
    The heat is on high
    The heat is on, you know

    Verse one:
    The heat is on what's my next move
    Do I stick with the score, or get with the door
    Feds got the drop in the back of the Uhaul
    Snipers on the roof chance of getting away too small
    Tell'em like this look, it's gonna be a shoot out
    Whoever make it out meet back at the new house good luck
    If I don't see you again peace
    Let's handle our business with these government police
    You and you go out the front you take the back
    You cover the first two and I'll take the sack
    Boomer didn't make it, neither did Stan
    Now it's three niggaz, splitin' four hundred grand (aight)
    We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit,
    The game is the same and nothin gonna stop it
    Most times you make it one time you won't
    All a nigga could really do is have a vest under the coat (come on)

    Chorus 2x

    Verse two:
    Me and my two mans gave money twenty grand
    For a scam they don't get the condo in the sand
    And chances of gettin' caught slim next to none
    Now we like three deep need that extra gun
    Bump into my man, I remember from up North
    I remember he had principles and wasn't nothin soft
    Off with disgust just was slow and dizzy
    Everybody got it aight let's get busy
    Run up in the bank bitch (woman screams)hit the deck
    Yo bust money,and get the keys off his neck (come here)
    We on the clock, three mintues until we finished
    Feds are on the way, but I'm tryin to see spinach
    In and out duffle bag across the back
    Extra large sports coat to cover up the mack
    Feds they attack, I spit lead out niggaz spread out
    Run up on a civilian in his car, made him get out

    Chorus 2x

    Verse three:
    High speed chasin, racin through the streets
    Death's in the air, I can taste it through the heat
    My partner's goin' fast I don't think he's gonna last
    And if he don't, I'ma hit his wife with his half
    But that's the type of nigga I am this ain't just rappin
    I made it, he didn't but ain't shit happens
    What can I do, but go on livin'
    Fleein' from the condo, I go on a ribbon
    Life goes on, that might sound wrong but heeyyy
    We all live by the rules of the game we play
    Day to day, death is a possibility
    The way I play is a fist stops you from killin' me
    It's too hot to be in the heat cuz it's on
    Too hot to be in the streets so I'm gone
    Go back to being discreet live long
    Til one day, either me or the heat is gone
    Come On!

    Chorus 2x

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