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