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Mobb Deep - Poet - The Heat is On lyrics
Verse 1: (poet) 
That's 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 
What's 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 (that's 
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 that's a dead issue 
Fuck a g.e.d., that's 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.... 
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Chorus (godfather don) 
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 
Verse 2: (prodigy) 
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 in tauruses 
Security guards mistaken as 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 
380's in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chick 
That nigga p is sick, i need a silencer connect, see me 
Niggas be lyin', tellin' 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..... 
Chorus 6x









