man told me, don't be, blind to deception, only Sharp with perfection, homey, your mind is a weapon Relax, you got your muscles tight, relax Word, word
still the dance is heating up. CHORUS Ram It Up See run from everything that matters Fling It Up Plenty promise, but dem don't hold water Mash It Up
I paint the most vividest pictures My niggaz my bitches in the same position I live in No oil and hot water, just boiling hot water Cooking coke, to the oil and hot water
, blackbirds don't wear disguise How we comin', comin' hard, camels too slow Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show The game is hot you
m the best to ever spit I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm Nelly and the Tics I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the dics Cause they want me gone, been
, now it's five fingers of death That rips her insides, as she gasp for breath To say, "i love you! I love you! forever so! I'm getting hot getting hot
How wicked man, seperated A nation and got us cold-killin off one another (word-word, to the mother) It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than july 'cause
came to set the bomb on ya (bomb on ya) Head on 'em, very bright, call me street corner (ow!) See watch your words 'cause the choppa heat speak coma (yah!) Hot
out on the block, it's hot Yo there's a black car parked on the corner hot boys TNT be creepin' while niggas be on the side of the Soda machine, sleeping, word
the beast/ Fireman'll baptize/ Burn 'em the light and heat/ Forward to the power in a phrase like/ "Acts Of God"/ Prophet said he saw the flood waters
a convict without no sins I'm hot like the Human Torch without no question Catch up if you can, if you can't stand the heat 'Cause it's comin' out the
Ooh ooh Flashin' Ooh I'm goin' off that Boyd Dawg through Purina Chow Chow Pow Pow hot lead on a nigga head Chest out never understood grew up in the
backed up rent No hot water or heat, infested with plenty rats That'll eat up the average alley cat I'm like damn homey that?s poverty he's like Word
it cut through the hustling breeze And I watched how the water was kneading so neatly Gone treacly Nearly slowed to a stop in this heat - in a frenzy
3: Krayzie] My nigga, cover your ears and fuck what you heard (heard) 'Cause it's about they bullshit they be talkin, why? Niggaz in my business like they my bitches, got me hot (so hot, hot, hot, hot
one, now it's five fingers of death That rips her insides, as she gasp for breath To say, "I love you! I love you! Forever so! I'm getting hot getting hot
How wicked man, seperated a nation and got us cold-killin off one another (Word-word, to the mother) It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than July 'cause