Heat-7 Lyrics

Artists: DMX

Album: Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood

Uh yea yea


got you dogg


uh..arf arf arf..


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 ya mutha ready to cry

The heat is on high oh you know

Verse one

The heat is on what's my next move

do I stick with the score or ? 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 ploice, 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 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 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, ???? 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

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

Chorus 2x

Verse three

high speed chasin', racin' through the streets

deaths in the air, I can taste it

through 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 tech ?

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 games 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

'cause 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)
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