Heat Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

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 on, have your mother ready to cry 

The heat is on high 

The heat is on, you know 

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 U haul 

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 ou, t meet back at the new house, good luck 

If I don't see you again, peace 

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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 

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, c'mon 

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 on, have your mother ready to cry 

The heat is on high 

The heat is on, you know 

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 on, have your mother ready to cry 

The heat is on high 

The heat is on, you know 

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 

But 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 hit the deck 

Yo bust money and get the keys off his neck 

We on the clock, three mintues until we finish 

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 

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 on, have your mother ready to cry 

The heat is on high 

The heat is on, you know 

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 on, have your mother ready to cry 

The heat is on high 

The heat is on, you know 

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'm a 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 may sound wrong but hey 

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, c'mon 

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 on, have your mother ready to cry 

The heat is on high 

The heat is on, you know 

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 on, have your mother ready to cry 

The heat is on high 

The heat is on, you know 

The heat is on