Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz, Kurupt, Sticky Fingaz - Massive Heat lyrics
[Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz, Kurupt, Sticky Fingaz - Massive Heat lyrics]
Uh (PG)
I walk holdin' my balls about
An inch from the wall
Keep bitches hypnotized as if my
Name was Biggie Smalls
Your girl's a dime dipper
Nigga keep her head locked
Trust Gunz with your wife?
Motherfucker bet not
Sleep on Peter G, please don't ever doubt it
From here to New Orleans
I'll improve da 'bout it 'bout it
From the days of doin' Michael
To the days of bein' jailed
Clash with the thoughts that kept
My fresh mind stale
Now, who you know, with a New York flow
That keeps a broad respect
From California like I'm snoop Doggy Dogg?
Well, I'm Pete gunny Gunz
For plenty ammo ammo
Shove this pipe in yo wife
And watch her voice hit soprano
I got rhymes, cock nine
Just shit's not a gimmick
That nigga that raps about it
But he'd do it in a minute
Got schemes that'll break yo wealth
Break yo health you see me comin' nigga
Just, break yourself (break yourself)
Got Bronx Tales like De Niro
The girl call me, "Hero"
Bust her kids in the mouth in a 15-0-0
Playas play on hatas hate on
Put my weight on hit yo bitch off
And then I skate on
Lay on, me and my man lawless
Too broad, for you niggas to fuck with
Niggas can't touch this try to rush this?
Fuck out of here (you know what I'm sayin'?)
This is for my niggas holdin' down the street
Sellin' drums hand to hand under massive heat
'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do
So if you that type of nigga
Then this shit's for you
All my gun slingin' niggas from
LA to New York who ain't havin' it
Let the pistols spray then we talk
'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do
So if you that type of nigga
Then this shit's for you
You just a facsimile
You 'bout to get that ass taxed
This is simple and beat with bats
I got a little somethin' somethin'
For all you cats and all you fleas
And all MC's (all y'all) midnight dark
Cock back the spark it starts sparkin'
Til' everything's dark
And I know where them niggas is at
There they go
Gettin' hit like, "Where the homies at?
Where they go?" yeah nigga
Y'all left alone in the zone
Where heads are flown back
Both blown then it's on
We're terrorists, governmental
Tight and gigantic titanium, subterraneum
Titanic, it's all loose
Vanish and run 'em down (what?)
Peter gunnin' 'em down
Full pound, full round
Tariq, snatch the pockets of his pants
Rob a fringah (what?) that's what you get
For fucking with niggas with
Sticky Fingaz (yeah, yeah)
I thought about it (uhuh?)
And naw, I don't doubt it might get us
But don't fuck with us
Gunz movin' and groovin'
And showin' fades ay yo I blast in the door
Everybody get the fuck down
Anybody move is gettin' bucked down
Kurupt pull the truck round
Blindfold gag these niggas grab these niggas
They move, bodybag these niggas
That's when they start bitchin'
Like, "He said it", and "He said it"
What the funny shit about it? (yo)
They both gettin' deaded (hah)
Where you headed? It's a lot fish
You might see the Titanic it is gigantic
But you're dead nigga in five minutes
Ay yo, I bust him in his mouth
I give a new meaning to "Bite the bullet"
If he flinch, I won't think
I react, and just pull it
Got the tank 22, full clip
Cock back into yo neck silly you
I'm killin' you
You gettin' blessed by the L-O
Say hello, to my big partner
Yo with this heavy metal i'ma rock ya
I clear yo fuckin' block ya, bring your guns
Ya bring your goons
And I'm killin' all 9 of y'all motherfuckers
This is for my niggas holdin' down the street
Sellin' drums hand to hand under massive heat
'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do
So if you that type of nigga
Then this shit's for you
All my gun slingin' niggas from
LA to New York who ain't havin' it
Let the pistols spray then we talk
'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do
So if you that type of nigga
Then this shit's for you
Ay yo I see 9 niggas
I got 9 shots, I gots to stay low
Niggas know me, from robbin' spots
Better get my rec on i got my vest on
My shit is reinforced
Thick enough to stop Teflon
They got about a key in the corner
They sittin' in a 3 in a quarter
Unaware of the manslaughter
So I approach the man
The keys to the cars, cash and coke
"Get the fuck on the floor
Or get smoked!" motherfucker!
Starin' at the trees on my trucker
Jumped in the 3, I hit a bruptner
I must'a been doin' about 80
Some niggas gave chase in a Mercedes
I'm laughin' (hahaha) my nine start blastin'
Six to the chest
For being swift with the tongue
High-strung, now you use a garbage
Bag for a lung you can't fuck with a gun
I've been in this game since '81
Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz, y'all done
This is for my niggas holdin' down the street
Sellin' drums hand to hand under massive heat
'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do
So if you that type of nigga
Then this shit's for you
All my gun slingin' niggas from
LA to New York who ain't havin' it
Let the pistols spray then we talk
'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do
So if you that type of nigga
Then this shit's for you
I walk holdin' my balls about
An inch from the wall
Keep bitches hypnotized as if my
Name was Biggie Smalls
Your girl's a dime dipper
Nigga keep her head locked
Trust Gunz with your wife?
Motherfucker bet not
Sleep on Peter G, please don't ever doubt it
From here to New Orleans
I'll improve da 'bout it 'bout it
From the days of doin' Michael
To the days of bein' jailed
Clash with the thoughts that kept
My fresh mind stale
Now, who you know, with a New York flow
That keeps a broad respect
From California like I'm snoop Doggy Dogg?
Well, I'm Pete gunny Gunz
For plenty ammo ammo
Shove this pipe in yo wife
And watch her voice hit soprano
I got rhymes, cock nine
Just shit's not a gimmick
That nigga that raps about it
But he'd do it in a minute
Got schemes that'll break yo wealth
Break yo health you see me comin' nigga
Just, break yourself (break yourself)
Got Bronx Tales like De Niro
The girl call me, "Hero"
Bust her kids in the mouth in a 15-0-0
Playas play on hatas hate on
Put my weight on hit yo bitch off
And then I skate on
Lay on, me and my man lawless
Too broad, for you niggas to fuck with
Niggas can't touch this try to rush this?
Fuck out of here (you know what I'm sayin'?)
This is for my niggas holdin' down the street
Sellin' drums hand to hand under massive heat
'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do
So if you that type of nigga
Then this shit's for you
All my gun slingin' niggas from
LA to New York who ain't havin' it
Let the pistols spray then we talk
'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do
So if you that type of nigga
Then this shit's for you
You just a facsimile
You 'bout to get that ass taxed
This is simple and beat with bats
I got a little somethin' somethin'
For all you cats and all you fleas
And all MC's (all y'all) midnight dark
Cock back the spark it starts sparkin'
Til' everything's dark
And I know where them niggas is at
There they go
Gettin' hit like, "Where the homies at?
Where they go?" yeah nigga
Y'all left alone in the zone
Where heads are flown back
Both blown then it's on
We're terrorists, governmental
Tight and gigantic titanium, subterraneum
Titanic, it's all loose
Vanish and run 'em down (what?)
Peter gunnin' 'em down
Full pound, full round
Tariq, snatch the pockets of his pants
Rob a fringah (what?) that's what you get
For fucking with niggas with
Sticky Fingaz (yeah, yeah)
I thought about it (uhuh?)
And naw, I don't doubt it might get us
But don't fuck with us
Gunz movin' and groovin'
And showin' fades ay yo I blast in the door
Everybody get the fuck down
Anybody move is gettin' bucked down
Kurupt pull the truck round
Blindfold gag these niggas grab these niggas
They move, bodybag these niggas
That's when they start bitchin'
Like, "He said it", and "He said it"
What the funny shit about it? (yo)
They both gettin' deaded (hah)
Where you headed? It's a lot fish
You might see the Titanic it is gigantic
But you're dead nigga in five minutes
Ay yo, I bust him in his mouth
I give a new meaning to "Bite the bullet"
If he flinch, I won't think
I react, and just pull it
Got the tank 22, full clip
Cock back into yo neck silly you
I'm killin' you
You gettin' blessed by the L-O
Say hello, to my big partner
Yo with this heavy metal i'ma rock ya
I clear yo fuckin' block ya, bring your guns
Ya bring your goons
And I'm killin' all 9 of y'all motherfuckers
This is for my niggas holdin' down the street
Sellin' drums hand to hand under massive heat
'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do
So if you that type of nigga
Then this shit's for you
All my gun slingin' niggas from
LA to New York who ain't havin' it
Let the pistols spray then we talk
'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do
So if you that type of nigga
Then this shit's for you
Ay yo I see 9 niggas
I got 9 shots, I gots to stay low
Niggas know me, from robbin' spots
Better get my rec on i got my vest on
My shit is reinforced
Thick enough to stop Teflon
They got about a key in the corner
They sittin' in a 3 in a quarter
Unaware of the manslaughter
So I approach the man
The keys to the cars, cash and coke
"Get the fuck on the floor
Or get smoked!" motherfucker!
Starin' at the trees on my trucker
Jumped in the 3, I hit a bruptner
I must'a been doin' about 80
Some niggas gave chase in a Mercedes
I'm laughin' (hahaha) my nine start blastin'
Six to the chest
For being swift with the tongue
High-strung, now you use a garbage
Bag for a lung you can't fuck with a gun
I've been in this game since '81
Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz, y'all done
This is for my niggas holdin' down the street
Sellin' drums hand to hand under massive heat
'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do
So if you that type of nigga
Then this shit's for you
All my gun slingin' niggas from
LA to New York who ain't havin' it
Let the pistols spray then we talk
'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do
So if you that type of nigga
Then this shit's for you
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