Heat (Feat. Ya Boy)
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๐ Lyrics
I ain't never been that group with the radio hit
But I'm all up in the streets like the yayo with Chris
If an artist don't make the charts, man they don't exist
But these candy rappers that got no street credit get pissed
Why's that? Cause when they're on the block with real ghetto kids
Scopin' the ice, they prayin' that they don't get hit
Man I walk around the hood and parlay with the cliques
I don't care if it's a homeboy, a Blood, or a Crip
It don't matter how much money you got, a stunner get hit
If they got paperwork on it or just a come up quick
You could be fully equipped, homie you still get clipped
You'll have a kid smilin' in your face waitin' for you to slip, yeah
I ain't sayin' that I'm untouchable or G'd up
I'm just sayin' these fake ass rappers better ease up
The streets measure truth and shit you say
When they find out that you fugazi you can call it a day
(X2)
Yeah I need the money
Man it might get bloody
Why you over there laughin'? Man this shit ain't funny
Man I'm kinda hungry
Man I'm livin' bummy
Why you stuntin'? You frontin' then I'ma take it from him
Your moms always advised you not to play in the dark
Me, I learned to embrace it all so swim with the sharks
Man you look like a canary once you sing to the narcs
My block, nothin' but animals they callin' the wassup
Man these rappers always actin' like somethin' they aren't
To the arm, give 'em harm, put a hole in his heart
I'm a hater with a job, don't have no pride
So when I see you with that Jacob on believe I wanna take it all
They said I might pay the price for this sinister life
That I live here, when I go meet my Christ
Til that day come just give me that ice
Man you keep talkin' shit I'll put your gun on my knife
Got your wife with my gun in the pipe
Bet I'll catch my third strike if I'm caught in the act tonight
Man my eyes bloodshot from the kush and the fight
Need that bush or your money for me to survive, so homes
(X2)
I might decide to put the Glock in your jaws
And leave your mind hangin' like the brown clock on the wall
And believe me, when your time's up ain't no comin' back
So watch your mouth or the pump where your stomach at
Lumberjack on wet wax, I chop tracks down
Went from the streets to beats, I need plaques now
Music lovers say I'm one of a kind
Double XL June issue without bein' signed
Now everybody gotta feel me without bein' blind
I know the haters wanna kill me without bein' kind
But I'm fine, no vest, no Teflon dog
This G code motherfucker will blow your head off
So don't flinch one inch or trust me them shots flyin'
Don't think you untouchable now, the cops dyin'
Block fryin', the fiends wonderin' why we're eyein'
I'm fixin' to blow, they used to think I was lyin'
You better duck when we dump the four
Your boy, in the streets nigga guns galore
More drugs, more ones, more cum for whores
You ain't gotta ask boy, I'm in the slums of course
(X2)
But I'm all up in the streets like the yayo with Chris
If an artist don't make the charts, man they don't exist
But these candy rappers that got no street credit get pissed
Why's that? Cause when they're on the block with real ghetto kids
Scopin' the ice, they prayin' that they don't get hit
Man I walk around the hood and parlay with the cliques
I don't care if it's a homeboy, a Blood, or a Crip
It don't matter how much money you got, a stunner get hit
If they got paperwork on it or just a come up quick
You could be fully equipped, homie you still get clipped
You'll have a kid smilin' in your face waitin' for you to slip, yeah
I ain't sayin' that I'm untouchable or G'd up
I'm just sayin' these fake ass rappers better ease up
The streets measure truth and shit you say
When they find out that you fugazi you can call it a day
(X2)
Yeah I need the money
Man it might get bloody
Why you over there laughin'? Man this shit ain't funny
Man I'm kinda hungry
Man I'm livin' bummy
Why you stuntin'? You frontin' then I'ma take it from him
Your moms always advised you not to play in the dark
Me, I learned to embrace it all so swim with the sharks
Man you look like a canary once you sing to the narcs
My block, nothin' but animals they callin' the wassup
Man these rappers always actin' like somethin' they aren't
To the arm, give 'em harm, put a hole in his heart
I'm a hater with a job, don't have no pride
So when I see you with that Jacob on believe I wanna take it all
They said I might pay the price for this sinister life
That I live here, when I go meet my Christ
Til that day come just give me that ice
Man you keep talkin' shit I'll put your gun on my knife
Got your wife with my gun in the pipe
Bet I'll catch my third strike if I'm caught in the act tonight
Man my eyes bloodshot from the kush and the fight
Need that bush or your money for me to survive, so homes
(X2)
I might decide to put the Glock in your jaws
And leave your mind hangin' like the brown clock on the wall
And believe me, when your time's up ain't no comin' back
So watch your mouth or the pump where your stomach at
Lumberjack on wet wax, I chop tracks down
Went from the streets to beats, I need plaques now
Music lovers say I'm one of a kind
Double XL June issue without bein' signed
Now everybody gotta feel me without bein' blind
I know the haters wanna kill me without bein' kind
But I'm fine, no vest, no Teflon dog
This G code motherfucker will blow your head off
So don't flinch one inch or trust me them shots flyin'
Don't think you untouchable now, the cops dyin'
Block fryin', the fiends wonderin' why we're eyein'
I'm fixin' to blow, they used to think I was lyin'
You better duck when we dump the four
Your boy, in the streets nigga guns galore
More drugs, more ones, more cum for whores
You ain't gotta ask boy, I'm in the slums of course
(X2)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:31.81] I ain't never been that group with the radio hit
[00:34.59] But I'm all up in the streets like the yayo with Chris
[00:37.03] If an artist don't make the charts, man they don't exist
[00:39.63] But these candy rappers that got no street credit get pissed
[00:42.27] Why's that? Cause when they're on the block with real ghetto kids
[00:45.02] Scopin' the ice, they prayin' that they don't get hit
[00:47.83] Man I walk around the hood and parlay with the cliques
[00:50.54] I don't care if it's a homeboy, a Blood, or a Crip
[00:52.93] It don't matter how much money you got, a stunner get hit
[00:55.69] If they got paperwork on it or just a come up quick
[00:58.29] You could be fully equipped, homie you still get clipped
[01:01.09] You'll have a kid smilin' in your face waitin' for you to slip, yeah
[01:04.36] I ain't sayin' that I'm untouchable or G'd up
[01:06.97] I'm just sayin' these fake ass rappers better ease up
[01:09.54] The streets measure truth and shit you say
[01:11.64] When they find out that you fugazi you can call it a day
[01:15.04] (X2)
[01:15.12] Yeah I need the money
[01:16.48] Man it might get bloody
[01:17.88] Why you over there laughin'? Man this shit ain't funny
[01:20.40] Man I'm kinda hungry
[01:31.14] Man I'm livin' bummy
[01:33.70] Why you stuntin'? You frontin' then I'ma take it from him
[01:35.97] Your moms always advised you not to play in the dark
[01:38.56] Me, I learned to embrace it all so swim with the sharks
[01:41.27] Man you look like a canary once you sing to the narcs
[01:43.87] My block, nothin' but animals they callin' the wassup
[01:46.43] Man these rappers always actin' like somethin' they aren't
[01:49.20] To the arm, give 'em harm, put a hole in his heart
[01:51.93] I'm a hater with a job, don't have no pride
[01:54.50] So when I see you with that Jacob on believe I wanna take it all
[01:57.62] They said I might pay the price for this sinister life
[02:00.43] That I live here, when I go meet my Christ
[02:03.14] Til that day come just give me that ice
[02:05.14] Man you keep talkin' shit I'll put your gun on my knife
[02:07.81] Got your wife with my gun in the pipe
[02:09.86] Bet I'll catch my third strike if I'm caught in the act tonight
[02:13.18] Man my eyes bloodshot from the kush and the fight
[02:15.86] Need that bush or your money for me to survive, so homes
[02:21.08]
[02:25.79] (X2)
[02:27.79]
[02:40.37] I might decide to put the Glock in your jaws
[02:42.35] And leave your mind hangin' like the brown clock on the wall
[02:45.08] And believe me, when your time's up ain't no comin' back
[02:48.14] So watch your mouth or the pump where your stomach at
[02:50.72] Lumberjack on wet wax, I chop tracks down
[02:53.52] Went from the streets to beats, I need plaques now
[02:56.48] Music lovers say I'm one of a kind
[02:58.37] Double XL June issue without bein' signed
[03:00.94] Now everybody gotta feel me without bein' blind
[03:03.76] I know the haters wanna kill me without bein' kind
[03:06.35] But I'm fine, no vest, no Teflon dog
[03:08.94] This G code motherfucker will blow your head off
[03:11.60] So don't flinch one inch or trust me them shots flyin'
[03:14.66] Don't think you untouchable now, the cops dyin'
[03:17.51] Block fryin', the fiends wonderin' why we're eyein'
[03:19.97] I'm fixin' to blow, they used to think I was lyin'
[03:23.03] You better duck when we dump the four
[03:24.98] Your boy, in the streets nigga guns galore
[03:27.81] More drugs, more ones, more cum for whores
[03:30.54] You ain't gotta ask boy, I'm in the slums of course
[03:35.26]
[04:05.12] (X2)
[04:08.61]
[00:34.59] But I'm all up in the streets like the yayo with Chris
[00:37.03] If an artist don't make the charts, man they don't exist
[00:39.63] But these candy rappers that got no street credit get pissed
[00:42.27] Why's that? Cause when they're on the block with real ghetto kids
[00:45.02] Scopin' the ice, they prayin' that they don't get hit
[00:47.83] Man I walk around the hood and parlay with the cliques
[00:50.54] I don't care if it's a homeboy, a Blood, or a Crip
[00:52.93] It don't matter how much money you got, a stunner get hit
[00:55.69] If they got paperwork on it or just a come up quick
[00:58.29] You could be fully equipped, homie you still get clipped
[01:01.09] You'll have a kid smilin' in your face waitin' for you to slip, yeah
[01:04.36] I ain't sayin' that I'm untouchable or G'd up
[01:06.97] I'm just sayin' these fake ass rappers better ease up
[01:09.54] The streets measure truth and shit you say
[01:11.64] When they find out that you fugazi you can call it a day
[01:15.04] (X2)
[01:15.12] Yeah I need the money
[01:16.48] Man it might get bloody
[01:17.88] Why you over there laughin'? Man this shit ain't funny
[01:20.40] Man I'm kinda hungry
[01:31.14] Man I'm livin' bummy
[01:33.70] Why you stuntin'? You frontin' then I'ma take it from him
[01:35.97] Your moms always advised you not to play in the dark
[01:38.56] Me, I learned to embrace it all so swim with the sharks
[01:41.27] Man you look like a canary once you sing to the narcs
[01:43.87] My block, nothin' but animals they callin' the wassup
[01:46.43] Man these rappers always actin' like somethin' they aren't
[01:49.20] To the arm, give 'em harm, put a hole in his heart
[01:51.93] I'm a hater with a job, don't have no pride
[01:54.50] So when I see you with that Jacob on believe I wanna take it all
[01:57.62] They said I might pay the price for this sinister life
[02:00.43] That I live here, when I go meet my Christ
[02:03.14] Til that day come just give me that ice
[02:05.14] Man you keep talkin' shit I'll put your gun on my knife
[02:07.81] Got your wife with my gun in the pipe
[02:09.86] Bet I'll catch my third strike if I'm caught in the act tonight
[02:13.18] Man my eyes bloodshot from the kush and the fight
[02:15.86] Need that bush or your money for me to survive, so homes
[02:21.08]
[02:25.79] (X2)
[02:27.79]
[02:40.37] I might decide to put the Glock in your jaws
[02:42.35] And leave your mind hangin' like the brown clock on the wall
[02:45.08] And believe me, when your time's up ain't no comin' back
[02:48.14] So watch your mouth or the pump where your stomach at
[02:50.72] Lumberjack on wet wax, I chop tracks down
[02:53.52] Went from the streets to beats, I need plaques now
[02:56.48] Music lovers say I'm one of a kind
[02:58.37] Double XL June issue without bein' signed
[03:00.94] Now everybody gotta feel me without bein' blind
[03:03.76] I know the haters wanna kill me without bein' kind
[03:06.35] But I'm fine, no vest, no Teflon dog
[03:08.94] This G code motherfucker will blow your head off
[03:11.60] So don't flinch one inch or trust me them shots flyin'
[03:14.66] Don't think you untouchable now, the cops dyin'
[03:17.51] Block fryin', the fiends wonderin' why we're eyein'
[03:19.97] I'm fixin' to blow, they used to think I was lyin'
[03:23.03] You better duck when we dump the four
[03:24.98] Your boy, in the streets nigga guns galore
[03:27.81] More drugs, more ones, more cum for whores
[03:30.54] You ain't gotta ask boy, I'm in the slums of course
[03:35.26]
[04:05.12] (X2)
[04:08.61]