Uh yeah yeah (gunshots) Uh...grrrrrrrrr...uh...hot! 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 Back To Site