Mobb Deep, Crystal Johnson - Temperature’s Rising (Remix) lyrics

Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run
For a body - now it's time to stash the guns
They probably got the phones tapped
So I won't speak long
Gimme a hot second, and I'mma put you on
It's all messed up somebody
Snitchin on the crew
And word is on the street is
They got pictures of you
Homicide came to the crib last night
Six deep askin' on your whereabouts and
Where d'you sleep
They said they just wanna question you
But me and you know
That once they catch you
All they do is just arrest you
Then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so
It's a good thing you bounced
For now just stay low once in a blue I check
To see how you're doin
I know you need loot
So I send it through Western Union
They probably knock down the door
In the middle of the night
Sometimes around four
Hopin to find who they lookin
For but they won't succeed
All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed
But word son
You got the projects hotter than hell
Harder for brothers
To get they thug on but oh well
Son they know too much
Even the hoodrat chicks
Oh you heard who did what
No I don't know who did shit!
So stop askin
Then I know I'm not goin crazy
From windows, I see lights flashin and maybe
Somebody's takin' pictures - you
Know who that be
Police lovers, and neighborhood snitches
They put up your sheet
So everybody's pointin fingers
And lyin, aiyyo son, the temp is risin

Rising, and it's not surprising

What up black? Hold your head wherever you at
On the flow from the cops
With wings on your back
That snitch cat - gave police your location
We'll chop his body up in
Six degrees of separation yo listen
Shit ain't the same without you at home
Holiday niggas walk around tryin
To be your clone they really fear you
When you was at home they was pale
That's why they wanna see you
Either dead or in jail
By the time you hear this rhyme
You'll probably be locked up
Tried to hide somewhere along the
Lines your plans slipped up
Got caught up in a crime
That you can't take back
Reminisce on how I used to pick
You up in the Ac
Years ago when we was younger seemed the
Hood took us under very deep
Wonderin who snitched it got me
Losin lots of sleep
At night, you know my mouth is tight
I never sang to the cops
Cause that just ain't right
Sometimes I stroll past the scene
Of the crime and backtrack
Damn - how did kids let it go down like that?
It'll be a long time
Before the temperature drops
Out in New York
Me and your older blood got it locked
Keep your brain sane, as I turn the next page
Young niggas packing macs
Acting triple they age
And they blasting: probably won't reach
The age of twenty telling niggas slow down
They start looking at you funny
Hard to tell who's the enemy
The next man or the man next to me
P, no man is a friend of me
As far as I see, when you get home
Somewhere in the year two-G Now the
Whole entire world look differently
You see, a nigga struck with reality
Painfully word up