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Yeah<br />Uhh, no doubt, son, word up<br /><br />(Havoc)<br /><br />Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run<br />Filled with body, now it's time to stash the guns<br />They probably got the phone tap so I won't speak long<br />Gimme a half second and I'ma put you on<br />It's all messed up, somebody's snitchin on the crew<br />And word is on the street is they got pictures of you<br />Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep<br />axin on your whereabouts, so where d'you sleep?<br />They said they just wanna question you bet me and you know<br />that once they catch you, all they do is just arrest you<br />then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so<br />It's a good thing you bounced but now you're stayin low<br />Once in a blue I check ta see how ya doin<br />I know you need loot so I send it thru Western Union<br />They probably knock down the door<br />in the middle of the night, sometimes around four<br />Hopin to find who they're lookin for but they want ta see<br />All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed<br />But worse, son, you got the projects hotter than hell<br />Harder for brothers to get their thug on but oh well<br />Son, they know too much, even the hoodrat chicks<br />Oh, you heard who did what and why I don't this shit<br />So stop askin, then I know I'm not goin crazy<br />From windows I see lights flashin and maybe<br />somebody's takin pictures<br />You know who that be, police lovers and neighbourhood snitches<br />They put up *?pertice?* so everybody's pointin fingers<br />and lyin, aiyo son, the temp is risin<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />The temperature's risin, no there's nothin surprisin<br />The temperature's risin, huh and nothin's surprisin<br />The temperature's risin, huh and there's nothin surprisin<br />The temperature's risin (There's nothin surprisin)<br /><br />(Prodigy)<br /><br />What up, black? Hold your head wherever you at<br />On the flow from the cops or wings on your backs<br />That snitch nigga gave police your location<br />We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation<br />Killer listen, shit ain't the same without you at home<br />Phony niggas walk around tryin to be your clone<br />They really fear you, when you was at home you was pale<br />That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail<br />By the time you hear this rhyme you probably be locked up<br />tried to hussle, where along the lines your plan slipped up<br />Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back<br />Reminisce on how I use to pick you up in the Ac<br />Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep<br />Wonderin who snitched and got me losin lots of sleep<br />at night, you know my mouth is tight<br />I never sang to the cops cos that shit ain't right<br />Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack<br />Damn, why the situation go down like dat?<br />It'll be a long time before the heat dies down<br />In a couple of years, fool we'll see you around<br />But til then maintain and keep ya story the same<br />The cops is grabbin wrong niggas, lookin for someone to blame<br />They harrassin, strugglin to find the truth<br />Is it a chance ya case'll get thrown out cos they ain't got no proof<br />To say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy<br />Deliver me the gun, I'll tie two, quickly throw it in the river<br />Make sure it's safe to the bottom<br />Our smart police snuck you out at the projects, we got em<br />But still, but still, but still......<br /><br />Chorus x3<br /><br />(Surprisin)<br />*repeat to fade*
Letra nueva de la canción
Yeah<br />Uhh, no doubt, son, word up<br /><br />(Havoc)<br /><br />Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run<br />Filled with body, now it's time to stash the guns<br />They probably got the phone tap so I won't speak long<br />Gimme a half second and I'ma put you on<br />It's all messed up, somebody's snitchin on the crew<br />And word is on the street is they got pictures of you<br />Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep<br />axin on your whereabouts, so where d'you sleep?<br />They said they just wanna question you bet me and you know<br />that once they catch you, all they do is just arrest you<br />then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so<br />It's a good thing you bounced but now you're stayin low<br />Once in a blue I check ta see how ya doin<br />I know you need loot so I send it thru Western Union<br />They probably knock down the door<br />in the middle of the night, sometimes around four<br />Hopin to find who they're lookin for but they want ta see<br />All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed<br />But worse, son, you got the projects hotter than hell<br />Harder for brothers to get their thug on but oh well<br />Son, they know too much, even the hoodrat chicks<br />Oh, you heard who did what and why I don't this shit<br />So stop askin, then I know I'm not goin crazy<br />From windows I see lights flashin and maybe<br />somebody's takin pictures<br />You know who that be, police lovers and neighbourhood snitches<br />They put up *?pertice?* so everybody's pointin fingers<br />and lyin, aiyo son, the temp is risin<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />The temperature's risin, no there's nothin surprisin<br />The temperature's risin, huh and nothin's surprisin<br />The temperature's risin, huh and there's nothin surprisin<br />The temperature's risin (There's nothin surprisin)<br /><br />(Prodigy)<br /><br />What up, black? Hold your head wherever you at<br />On the flow from the cops or wings on your backs<br />That snitch nigga gave police your location<br />We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation<br />Killer listen, shit ain't the same without you at home<br />Phony niggas walk around tryin to be your clone<br />They really fear you, when you was at home you was pale<br />That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail<br />By the time you hear this rhyme you probably be locked up<br />tried to hussle, where along the lines your plan slipped up<br />Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back<br />Reminisce on how I use to pick you up in the Ac<br />Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep<br />Wonderin who snitched and got me losin lots of sleep<br />at night, you know my mouth is tight<br />I never sang to the cops cos that shit ain't right<br />Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack<br />Damn, why the situation go down like dat?<br />It'll be a long time before the heat dies down<br />In a couple of years, fool we'll see you around<br />But til then maintain and keep ya story the same<br />The cops is grabbin wrong niggas, lookin for someone to blame<br />They harrassin, strugglin to find the truth<br />Is it a chance ya case'll get thrown out cos they ain't got no proof<br />To say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy<br />Deliver me the gun, I'll tie two, quickly throw it in the river<br />Make sure it's safe to the bottom<br />Our smart police snuck you out at the projects, we got em<br />But still, but still, but still......<br /><br />Chorus x3<br /><br />(Surprisin)<br />*repeat to fade*
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