The Heat is On lyrics

(Prodigy and KL talking)
(P) "Yo, yo dun, whattup baby?"
(KL) "whats the deal son?"
(P) "ain't sh*t man, we was just talkin' about that sh*t last night
That sh*t is crazy right?"
(KL) "For real son, shorty was like Sixteen"
(P) "Police come skiddin' up on the sidewalk and sh*t, what the f*ck is
Wrong with n*ggas man?"
(KL) "You seen them n*ggas dun? them n*ggas crazy"
(P) "sh*t is hot though, they need to chill the f*ck out with that man"
(KL "Word, it's aight though son, we survivers in this game"

Screwball with the Mobb...times is hard on everybody boulevard.....

Verse 1: (Poet)
Thats my word, I'm mothaf*ckin' stressed
It seems like life's tryin' to put me through a test
Cause every f*ckin' day it's just gettin' worse
Whats worse? might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
But no time to think about the consequences
The years in jail, f*ck 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 (thats
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' sh*t
I should've stayed in school, but thats a dead issue
f*ck a G.E.D., thats like toilet tissue
All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers
Runnin' with a bunch of stupid crazy mothaf*ckas
n*ggas f*ckin' their money up, n*ggas gettin' knocked
And jealous mothaf*ckas, they want the whole block
Though I could start flippin' gettin' on a mission, but I need much
More, no time for bullsh*ttin'
n*ggas listen....
Chorus (Godfather Don)
The H-E-A-T makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a n*ggas blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin', n*ggas 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 and Tauruses
Impalas mistaken for 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
80's in the whip, the mini-eagle for my chick
That n*gga P is sick, I need a silencer connect, see me
n*ggas be lyin', sellin' stories, tell it walkin'
My n*ggas is into drugs and extortion
Knotty head for them n*ggas on the nightshift pumpin'
The heat is on n*gga.....
Chorus 6x