The heat is on, are y'all really ready to The heat is on, are y'all really ready to The heat is on, have your ready to cry The is on high The is on, you know
The heat is on, my next move Do I stick with the score or get with the Feds got the drop in the back of the U Snipers on the roof, chance of getting away, too Tell 'em like look, it's gonna be a shoot out Whoever it ou,t meet back at the new house, good luck If I see you again, peace
Let's handle our business these government police You and you, go out the front, you the back You the first two and I'll take the sack Boomer didn't it, neither did Stan Now three niggaz splitin' four hundred grand We all the loss but enjoy the profit The game is the same and nothin' gonna it Most you make it, one time you won't All a nigga could really do is a vest under the coat, c'mon
The heat is on, are y'all ready to fly? The heat is on, are y'all ready to die? The heat is on, have mother ready to cry The heat is on The heat is on, you
The heat is on, are y'all really ready to The heat is on, are really ready to die? The heat is on, have your ready to cry The is on high The is on, you know
Me and my two mans, gave money twenty For a scam, they don't get the in the sand And chances of gettin' caught, slim, to none But now we three deep, need that extra gun Bump into my man, I remember from up I remember he had principles and nothin' soft Off with disgust, just was slow and Everybody got it, aight, get busy
Run up in the bank, bitch hit the Yo bust money and get the keys off his We on the clock, three mintues we finish Feds are on the way but I'm to see spinach In and out duffle bag across the Extra large sports coat to cover up the Feds they attack, I lead out, niggaz spread out Run up on a in his car, made him get out
The heat is on, are really ready to fly? The heat is on, are really ready to die? The heat is on, have your ready to cry The heat is on The heat is on, you
The heat is on, are y'all really to fly? The heat is on, are y'all really ready to The is on, have your mother ready to cry The heat is on The heat is on, you
speed chasin', racin' through the streets Death's in the air, I can taste it through the My partner's goin' fast, I think he's gonna last And if he don't, I'm a hit his with his half But that's the of nigga I am, this ain't just rappin' I made it, he didn't, but ain't happens can I do, but go on livin' Fleein' from the condo, I go on a
Life goes on, that may wrong but hey We all live by the rules of the game we Day to day, is a possibility The way I play is a fist you from killin' me It's too hot to be in the heat 'cuz on Too hot to be in the streets, so I'm Go back to being discreet, long 'Til one day, either me or the heat is gone,
The heat is on, are y'all really ready to The heat is on, are y'all ready to die? The heat is on, have your mother to cry The is on high The is on, you know
The heat is on, are y'all really to fly? The heat is on, are y'all really to die? The heat is on, have mother ready to cry The is on high The is on, you know The is on