| Lyrics: | 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, th |
