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    Verse 1: (poet)
    Thats my word, i'm mothafuckin' stressed
    It seems like life's tryin' to put me through a test
    'cause every fuckin' day it's just gettin' worse
    Whats worse? might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
    But no time to think about the consequences
    The years in jail, fuck the death sentence
    All i know is that i need mad cash in a flash
    Before i gotta kill somebody ass
    Might as well be in jail or dead
    'cause if you ain't gettin' paid then you ain't gettin' ahead (thats
    Sittin' in my room with the lights out thinkin'
    I'm alive, but i ain't livin', i'm leakin'
    I made my bed and i'm'a lay in it
    But i ain't gonna stay in it
    I might start sprayin' shit
    I should've stayed in school, but thats a dead issue
    Fuck a g.e.d., thats like toilet tissue
    All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers
    Runnin' with a bunch of stupid crazy mothafuckas
    Niggas fuckin' their money up, niggas gettin' knocked
    And jealous mothafuckas, they want the whole block
    Though i could start flippin' gettin' on a mission, but i need much
    More, no time for bullshittin'
    Niggas listen....

    Chorus (godfather don)
    The h-e-a-t makes me crazy
    I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin'
    The heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin'
    I wanna touch somethin', niggas bust somethin'

    Verse 2: (prodigy)
    Yo, all i know is guns, all i do is slug
    I'd rather plug you with the heater than to have you front
    My life revolves around the snub fourth
    Stay gettin' those outside of newyork
    Bullets from the cornerstore, i'm bringin' home a arsen
    Interstate 95 north to the jackie robinson
    Watch out for d's in caprices in tauruses
    Security guards mistaken as cops, mad nervous
    Back at home sell a few burners
    Keep a miz and a seven mil for my personal
    Walk with benevolence, holdin' twin fifths
    380's in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chick
    That nigga p is sick, i need a silencer connect, see me
    Niggas be lyin', tellin' stories, tell it walkin'
    My niggas is into drugs and extortion
    Knotty head for them niggas on the nightshift pumpin'
    The heat is on nigga.....

    Chorus 6x

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