Song lyrics Heat by Dmx

Heat
Uh yeah yeah
[gunshots]
Uh...grrrrrrrrr...uh...hot!
Uh..arf arf arf..

[Chorus :]
The heat is on Are yīall really ready to fly
The heat is on Are yīall really ready to die
The heat is oonnnnn
Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on high
The heat is on, you know

[Verse one:]
The heat is on whatīs my next move
Do I stick with the score, or get with the door
Feds got the drop in the back of the Uhaul
Snipers on the roof chance of getting away too small
Tellīem like this look, itīs gonna be a shoot out
Whoever make it out meet back at the new house good luck
If I donīt see you again peace
Letīs handle our business with these government police
You and you go out the front you take the back
You cover the first two and Iīll take the sack
Boomer didnīt make it, neither did Stan
Now itīs three niggaz, splitinī four hundred grand (aight)
We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit
The game is the same and nothin gonna stop it
Most times you make it one time you wonīt
All a nigga could really do is have a vest under the coat (come on)

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse two:]
Me and my two mans gave money twenty grand
For a scam they donīt get the condo in the sand
And chances of gettinī caught slim next to none
Now we like three deep need that extra gun
Bump into my man, I remember from up North
I remember he had principles and wasnīt nothin soft
Off with disgust just was slow and dizzy
Everybody got it aight letīs get busy
Run up in the bank bitch (woman screams)hit the deck
Yo bust money,and get the keys off his neck (come here)
We on the clock, three mintues until we finished
Feds are on the way, but Iīm tryin to see spinach
In and out duffle bag across the back
Extra large sports coat to cover up the mack
Feds they attack, I spit lead out niggaz spread out
Run up on a civilian in his car, made him get out

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse three:]
High speed chasin, racin through the streets
Deathīs in the air, I can taste it through the heat
My partnerīs goinī fast I donīt think heīs gonna last
And if he donīt, Iīma hit his wife with his half
But thatīs the type of nigga I am this ainīt just rappin
I made it, he didnīt but ainīt shit happens
What can I do, but go on livinī
Fleeinī from the condo, I go on a ribbon
Life goes on, that might sound wrong but heeyyy
We all live by the rules of the game we play
Day to day, death is a possibility
The way I play is a fist stops you from killinī me
Itīs too hot to be in the heat cuz itīs on
Too hot to be in the streets so Iīm gone
Go back to being discreet live long
Til one day, either me or the heat is gone
Come On!

[Chorus 2x]