| (prodigy and kl talking) | |
| (p) "yo, yo dun, whattup baby?" | |
| (kl) "whats the deal son?" | |
| (p) "ain't shit man, we was just talkin' about that shit last night, | |
| That shit is crazy right?" | |
| (kl) "for real son, shorty was like sixteen" | |
| (p) "police come skiddin' up on the sidewalk and shit, what the fuck is | |
| Wrong with niggas man?" | |
| (kl) "you seen them niggas dun? them niggas crazy" | |
| (p) "shit is hot though, they need to chill the fuck out with that man" | |
| (kl "word, it's aight though son, we survivers in this game" | |
| Screwball with the mobb...times is hard on everybody boulevard..... | |
| 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 newyork | |
| 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 | |
| Security guards mistaken as 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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