• Vagalume
  • A-Z
  • Estilos
  • Top 100
  • Playlists
  • Rádio
  • Hot Spots
  • Notícias
  • Play
    PLAY

    Intro:
    *car drives past*
    Uh yeah yeah
    *gunshots*
    got you dog
    uh...grrrrrrrrr
    uh..arf arf arf..
    Chorus:
    The heat is on
    are yall really ready to fly
    The heat is on
    are yall really ready to die
    The heat is oonnnnn
    have ya mutha ready to cry
    The heat is on high, oh, you know
    [DMX]
    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 gettin' away, to small
    tell'em like this look, it's gone be
    a shoot out, whoeva make it out
    gone meet back at the new house
    good luck, if I don't see you again peace
    let's handle our business
    wit the government police, you and you
    go out the front, you take the back
    you cover the first two
    and I'll take the sac
    Boomer didn't make it, neither did Stan
    now it's three niggaz, splitin' four hundred grand (aight)
    we all for the lost,but
    enjoy the profit,
    the game is the same,
    and nuttin' gone stop it
    most times you make it, one time you won't
    all niggaz can really do
    have invested in a coat (come on)
    (Chorus: 2x)
    [DMX]
    me and my two mans,
    gave money twenty grand, for a scam
    they don't get the prime dough
    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 got principles and wasn't nothin' soft
    off with the discuss, jus whus slow and dizzy
    everybody got it, aight let's get bizzy
    run up in the bank bitch
    *woman screams* hit the deck *gun shots*
    yo bust money,and get the keys off his neck
    (come here)
    we on the clock, three mintues til we finished
    feds are on the way, but I'm tryin to see spinach
    in and out, duffle bag
    has lost the bat, extra large sport coat
    to cover up the mac
    feds made attack, I spit lead out
    niggaz sped out, run up on a sivilian
    in his car, made him get out
    *gunfight over the last three lines*
    (Chorus: 2x)
    [DMX]
    high speed chasin', racin' thru the streets
    deaths in the air, I can taste it
    thru the heat, my potnahs goin' fast
    I don't think he's gone last
    and if he don't, I'ma hit his wife
    with his half, but that's tha type in da game
    seen jus rappin, I made it, he didn't
    but ain't shit happen
    what can I do, but go on livin'
    fleein' from the condoe, 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 possiablity
    the way I play, feds 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 bein' discreet
    and live long til one day,
    either me or the heat is gone
    (Chorus: 2x)
    *car drives past*

    Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor, envie uma correção »

    Comente
    user 300 caracteres restantes. Enviar

    Todas as letras de DMX

    Publicidade
    Notícias
    Mais notícias »
    Hot Spot
    Top Músicas do Vagalume
    Top 100 »

    As informações deste site são postadas integralmente pelos usuários. É importante dizer que é possível que os dados estejam desatualizados ou incorretos, sendo assim, o Vagalume exime-se de qualquer responsabilidade sobre as informações publicadas.Caso haja interesse em remover ou alterar alguma informação, entre em contato conosco.


    É permitida somente a visualização no site das letras de músicas encontradas aqui, vedada sua reprodução através de quaisquer outros meios (Lei 9610/98).Todas as letras de músicas são propriedade dos seus respectivos autores e divulgadas somente para fins educacionais.All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics are provided for educational purposes only.