Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Screwball, Godfather Don - The Heat is On lyrics
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Screwball, Godfather Don - The Heat is On lyrics]
"Yo, yo dun, whattup baby?"
"whats the deal son?" "ain't shit man
We was just talkin' about
That shit last night
That shit is crazy right?" "For real son
Shorty was like Sixteen"
"Police come skiddin' up on
The sidewalk and shit, what the fuck is
Wrong with niggas man?"
"You seen them niggas
Dun? them niggas crazy"
"shit is hot though
They need to chill the fuck
Out with that man"
"Word, it's aight though son
We survivers in this game"
Screwball with the Mobbtimes is
Hard on everybody boulevard
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 GED, 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
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
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 and Tauruses
Impalas mistaken for 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
80's in the whip
The mini-eagle for my chick
That nigga P is sick, I
Need a silencer connect, see me
Niggas be lyin', sellin' 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
"whats the deal son?" "ain't shit man
We was just talkin' about
That shit last night
That shit is crazy right?" "For real son
Shorty was like Sixteen"
"Police come skiddin' up on
The sidewalk and shit, what the fuck is
Wrong with niggas man?"
"You seen them niggas
Dun? them niggas crazy"
"shit is hot though
They need to chill the fuck
Out with that man"
"Word, it's aight though son
We survivers in this game"
Screwball with the Mobbtimes is
Hard on everybody boulevard
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 GED, 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
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
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 and Tauruses
Impalas mistaken for 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
80's in the whip
The mini-eagle for my chick
That nigga P is sick, I
Need a silencer connect, see me
Niggas be lyin', sellin' 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