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M - Temperature’s Rising lyrics
Yeah 
 Uhh no doubt son word up 
(Havoc)
 Word up son I heard they got you on the run 
 Filled with body now it's time to stash the guns 
 They probably got the phone tap so I won't speak long 
 Gimme a half second and I'ma put you on 
 It's all messed up somebody's 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 
 axin on your whereabouts, so where d'you sleep? 
 They said they just wanna question you bet 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 but now you're stayin low 
 Once in a blue I check ta see how ya doin 
 I know you need loot so I send it thru Western Union 
 They probably knock down the door 
 in the middle of the night, sometimes around four 
 Hopin to find who they're lookin for but they want ta see 
 All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed 
 But worse, son, you got the projects hotter than hell 
 Harder for brothers to get their thug on but oh well 
 Son, they know too much, even the hoodrat chicks 
 Oh, you heard who did what and why I don't this 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 neighbourhood snitches 
 They put up *?pertice?* so everybody's pointin fingers 
 and lyin, aiyo son, the temp is risin 
Chorus:
 The temperature's risin, no there's nothin surprisin 
 The temperature's risin, huh and nothin's surprisin 
 The temperature's risin, huh and there's nothin surprisin M - Temperature’s Rising - http://motolyrics.com/m/temperatures-rising-lyrics.html
 The temperature's risin (There's nothin surprisin) 
(Prodigy)
 What up, black? Hold your head wherever you at 
 On the flow from the cops or wings on your backs 
 That snitch nigga gave police your location 
 We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation 
 Killer listen, shit ain't the same without you at home 
 Phony niggas walk around tryin to be your clone 
 They really fear you, when you was at home you was pale 
 That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail 
 By the time you hear this rhyme you probably be locked up 
 tried to hussle, where along the lines your plan slipped up 
 Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back 
 Reminisce on how I use to pick you up in the Ac 
 Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep 
 Wonderin who snitched and got me losin lots of sleep 
 at night, you know my mouth is tight 
 I never sang to the cops cos that shit ain't right 
 Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack 
 Damn, why the situation go down like dat? 
 It'll be a long time before the heat dies down 
 In a couple of years, fool we'll see you around 
 But til then maintain and keep ya story the same 
 The cops is grabbin wrong niggas, lookin for someone to blame 
 They harrassin, strugglin to find the truth 
 Is it a chance ya case'll get thrown out cos they ain't got no proof 
 To say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy 
 Deliver me the gun, I'll tie two, quickly throw it in the river 
 Make sure it's safe to the bottom 
 Our smart police snuck you out at the projects, we got em 
 But still, but still, but still...... 
Chorus x3
 (Surprisin) 
 *repeat to fade*








