Heat lyrics

by

Prodigy of Mobb Deep


[Intro: Common]
Yeah, one two..
Yeah, where my n*gga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)

[Hook: J Dilla & Common]
Say you got guns, then bring that sh*t
Say you got ones, then bring that sh*t
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this
Me and my mans is bout to spit some hot sh*t
Yeah, one two
Bout to spit that, hot sh*t
Huh whoo! Yeah
Turn it down n*gga, hot sh*t
Yea

[Verse 1: Common]
Messenger in the Metropolis; apocalypse here and now
n*ggas know the ledge, so they don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth sh*t
Fake n*ggas drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's c*nt - I surface with the purpose
To let y'all n*ggas know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't f*ck with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and n*ggas makin moves
That bob and weave, and n*ggas with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for these n*ggas on the net, sellin my sh*t
Let's just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle raps
And people that travel at the speed of need
Never agree with the ways of the world
Cats say anything - like they say to they girl
How you bringin it when you sit Indian style?
n*ggas know me as Com it's time hear me go wild
With hot sh*t, yeah
Hot sh*t, yeah, one two
Came to bring it boy
[Hook: J Dilla & Common]
(You say you got guns, then bring that sh*t)
You say you got ones, then bring that sh*t
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this
(to get my man see we bout to spit some hot sh*t)
What? No doubt hot sh*t

[Verse 2: Common]
Old men see visions young men dream dreams
I rock the planet - recognize - I'm the C.R.E.A.M
Com Rules Everything and everything is
How yo' man pullin yo' weight - he ain't carryin his
Scary the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare b*tch project
State senators, life twirls, most sell out
- like a dread with a white girl
You want me to cypher with you and the Gods?
I just did a show - I'm pursuin these broads
Everyone I ain't tryin to f*ck
Wanna feel female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date that's dusk scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for tryin to say what - ever you was about to say
You rap like a n*gga that's about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for openin your mouth to say
Feel my heat in the night - it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for n*ggas to travel through
Before defeatin me - Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like it's my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringin n*ggas to life
A wise man came in the thick of the night
He said BRING THAT sh*t when you pick up the mic
I said, "What sh*t?"
He said HOT sh*t, hot sh*t, hot sh*t
[Hook: J Dilla & Common]
(You say you got guns, then bring that sh*t) uhhh
(You say you got ones, then bring that sh*t
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh
(Me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT sh*t
Hot sh*t, yeah, yeah, uhh
What we spit Jay? (Throw it down n*gga)
HOT sh*t, uh, yeah, uh, c'mon, yeah (Keep it goin')
HOT sh*t..
HOT sh*t..
HOT sh*t.. yeah, boy (Keep it goin')
HOT sh*t.. out
HOT..
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