DMX – Heat

DMX – Heat Lyrics

Artist: DMX
Song: Heat

Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh… grrrrrrrrr… uh… hot!
Uh.. arf arf arf arf-arf
The heat is on

Are y’all really ready to fly
The heat is on
Are y’all really ready to die
The heat is on

Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on
Huh
The heat is on

You know
The heat is on, what’s my next move
Do I stick with the score, or get with the door
Feds got the drop in the back of the Uhaul

Snipers on the roof, chance of gettin’ away – too small
Tell ’em like this, “Look, it’s gonna be a shoot out
Whoever make it out meet back at the new house
Good luck, if I don’t see you again peace

Let’s handle our business with these government police”
You and you go out the front, you take the back
You cover the first two and I’ll take the sack
Boomer didn’t make it, neither did Stan

Now it’s three n#gg#s, splittin’ four hundred grand (aight)
We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit
The game is the same, ain’t nothin’ gonna stop it
Most times you make it, one time you won’t

All n#gg#s could really do is have a vest under the coat (come on)
The heat is on
Are y’all really ready to fly
The heat is on

Are y’all really ready to die
The heat is on
Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on

Huh
The heat is on
You know
The heat is on

Are y’all really ready to fly
The heat is on
Are y’all really ready to die
The heat is on

Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on
Huh
The heat is on

You know
Me and my two mans gave money, twenty grand
For a scam, they don’t get the condo in the sand
And chance of gettin’ caught slim next to none

But now we like three deep, need that extra gun
Bump into my man, I remember from up north
I remember he had principles and wasn’t nothin’ soft
Off to discuss, just what’s goin’ dizzy

Everybody got it? Aight, let’s get busy
Run up in the bank, b#tch, [*woman screams*] hit the deck
Yo, bust money and get the keys off his neck (come here)
We on the clock, three minutes until we finished

Feds are on the way, but I’m tryna see spinach
In and out, duffel bag across the back
Extra large sports coat to cover up the Mac
Feds they attack, I spit lead out, n#gg#s spread out

Run up on a civilian in his car, make him get out
The heat is on
Are y’all really ready to fly
The heat is on

Are y’all really ready to die
The heat is on
Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on

Huh
The heat is on
You know
The heat is on

Are y’all really ready to fly
The heat is on
Are y’all really ready to die
The heat is on

Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on
Huh
The heat is on

You know
High speed chasin’, racin’ through the streets
Death’s in the air, I can taste it through the heat
My partner’s goin’ fast, I don’t think he’s gonna last

But if he don’t, I’mma hit his wife with his half
But that’s the type of n#gg# I am, this ain’t just rappin’
I made it, he didn’t, but hey, sh#t happens
What can I do, but go on livin’

Fleein’ from the condo, I’ll go on a ribbon
Life goes on, that might sound wrong, but hey
We all live by the rules of the game we play
Day to day, death is a possibility

The way I play is a vest stops you from killin’ me
It’s too hot to be in the heat ‘casue it’s on
Too hot to be in the streets, so I’m gone
Go back to bein’ discreet, live long

‘Til one day either me or the heat is gone
Come On!
The heat is on
Are y’all really ready to fly

The heat is on
Are y’all really ready to die
The heat is on
Have your mother ready to cry

The heat is on
Huh
The heat is on
You know

The heat is on
Are y’all really ready to fly
The heat is on
Are y’all really ready to die

The heat is on
Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on
Huh

The heat is on
You know
The heat is on
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DMX Lyrics – Heat

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From the album:
Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood [Explicit]
Release Year: 2014