Poet - The Heat Is On (unreleased Version) Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Verse 1: (poet) 

Thats my word, i'm mothafuckin' stressed 

It seems like life's tryin' to put me through a test 

'cause every fuckin' day it's just gettin' worse 

Whats worse? might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse 

But no time to think about the consequences 

The years in jail, fuck the death sentence 

All i know is that i need mad cash in a flash 

Before i gotta kill somebody ass 

Might as well be in jail or dead 

'cause if you ain't gettin' paid then you ain't gettin' ahead (thats 

Word) 

Sittin' in my room with the lights out thinkin' 

I'm alive, but i ain't livin', i'm leakin' 

I made my bed and i'm'a lay in it 

But i ain't gonna stay in it 

I might start sprayin' shit 

I should've stayed in school, but thats a dead issue 

Fuck a g.e.d., thats like toilet tissue 

All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers 

Runnin' with a bunch of stupid crazy mothafuckas 

Niggas fuckin' their money up, niggas gettin' knocked 

And jealous mothafuckas, they want the whole block 

Though i could start flippin' gettin' on a mission, but i need much 

More, no time for bullshittin' 

Niggas listen.... 

Chorus (godfather don) 

The h-e-a-t makes me crazy 

I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin' 

The heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin' 

I wanna touch somethin', niggas bust somethin' 

Repeat 

Verse 2: (prodigy) 

Yo, all i know is guns, all i do is slug 

I'd rather plug you with the heater than to have you front 

My life revolves around the snub fourth 

Stay gettin' those outside of new york 

Bullets from the cornerstore, i'm bringin' home a arsen 

Interstate 95 north to the jackie robinson 

Watch out for D's in caprices in tauruses 

Impala's mistaken for cops, mad nervous 

Back at home sell a few burners 

Keep a miz and a seven mil for my personal 

Walk with benevolence, holdin' twin fifths 

380's in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chick 

That nigga p is sick, i need a silencer connect, see me 

Niggas be lyin', tellin' stories, tell it walkin' 

My niggas is into drugs and extortion 

Knotty head for them niggas on the nightshift pumpin' 

The heat is on nigga..... 

Chorus 6x 

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