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Mobb Deep - Temperature's Rising lyrics
Yeah
 Uhh, no doubt, son, word up
 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 phones 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 do 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 but now you're stayin' low
 Once in a blue, I check to see how you 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're lookin' for but they want to 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 hood rat 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 neighborhood snitches
 They put up pert ice, so everybody's pointin' fingers
 And lyin', aiyo son, the temp is risin'
 Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
 The temperature's risin', huh and there's nothin' surprisin'
 The temperature's risin', huh and there's nothin' surprisin'
 The temperature's risin', there's nothin' surprisin'
 What up, black? Hold your head wherever you at
 On the flow from the cops or wings on your back
 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 homeMobb Deep - Temperature's Rising - http://motolyrics.com/mobb-deep/temperatures-rising-lyrics.html
 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 hustle, 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 that?
 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 you 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 you 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 sinks to the bottom
 Our smart police snuck you out at the projects, we got 'em
 But still, but still, but still
 Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
 Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
 Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
 Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
 Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
 Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
 Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
 Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
 Surprising
 Surprising
 Surprising
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