Heat To The Streets Lyrics - Kid Vishis

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] 

I'm illa rhyme spitter 

I am like an arms dealer 

I sell heat to the streets nigga 

C'mon 

Shine til I'm blind nigga 

Dime getter 

I sell heat to the streets nigga 

[Royce] 

It's like nigga hate and we line up 

All of them in one place 

And we give them standing ovations 

And I don't mean like Rhianna 

I mean, squeezin' that llama 

Dumb rappin', gun clappin', knee deep in that drama 

Bakin' like a salon(a) 

I'ma 

Fight 'em like I'm in 'Nam(a) 

Night 'em like a pajama 

Bite him like a piranha 

Hok, spit on ya Honor 

[Kid Vishis] 

Kurt Cobain, suicidal 

You got the nerve of Nirvana 

Bullets touch men and women 

Just as quick as Madonna 

Little nigga 

I'll do to ya momma 

What the KKK wanna do to Obama 

I just need one K 

I'm a repeat blocka 

Tear up your whole block 

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

The drum hold a hundred hot ones 

I'ma 

5 comma 

9 apostrophe ass nigga 

Spaz happy 

slash colostomy bag giver 

[Kid Vishis] 

Slash the ass kicker 

Slash the last lyrical ass nigga 

Imperial swag 

C'mon 

[Chorus] 

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

Nigga know they don't want it with me 

I'm the gas mask 

To niggas that's runnin' on E 

High as a wavy neighbor 

I want my just due, two mules and 80 acres 

Lady Day to stretch her pussy out like baby labor 

The beefs embedded in me, I got fillet behavior 

I got the A.R.-itis 

[Kid Vishis] 

Pop, shady flavor 

I got gravy paper 

That means I'm on top 

That gun cocked is goin' down like Yung Joc 

I'm the 80's savior 

You want doe, I be the baker 

Cakes up, I oven haters 

I'm who made ya 

I'm Kobe Bryant 

Who care about the rest of you Lakers? 

Infiltrate the truth and expose what's left 

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

We the best haters 

Put you on respirators 

Put money on your head and up it like an escalator 

Page full of rhymes 

I'm about to lay the paper 

I do the labor, Keno do the day to day stuff 

[Chorus]