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*car drives past* Uh yeah yeah *gunshots* got you dog uh...grrrrrrrrr uh..arf arf arf.. Chorus: The heat is on are yall really ready to fly The heat is on are yall really ready to die The heat is oonnnnn have ya mutha ready to cry The heat is on high, oh, you know [DMX] 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, to small tell'em like this look, it's gone be a shoot out, whoeva make it out gone meet back at the new house good luck, if I don't see you again peace let's handle our business wit the government police, you and you go out the front, you take the back you cover the first two and I'll take the sac Boomer didn't make it, neither did Stan now it's three niggaz, splitin' four hundred grand (aight) we all for the lost,but enjoy the profit, the game is the same, and nuttin' gone stop it most times you make it, one time you won't all niggaz can really do have invested in a coat (come on) (Chorus: 2x) [DMX] me and my two mans, gave money twenty grand, for a scam they don't get the prime dough in the sand, and chances of gettin' caught slim next to none, now we like three deep need that extra gun bump into my man, I remember from up North I remember he got principles and wasn't nothin' soft off with the discuss, jus whus slow and dizzy everybody got it, aight let's get bizzy run up in the bank bitch *woman screams* hit the deck *gun shots* yo bust money,and get the keys off his neck (come here) we on the clock, three mintues til we finished feds are on the way, but I'm tryin to see spinach in and out, duffle bag has lost the bat, extra large sport coat to cover up the mac feds made attack, I spit lead out niggaz sped out, run up on a sivilian in his car, made him get out *gunfight over the last three lines* (Chorus: 2x) [DMX] high speed chasin', racin' thru the streets deaths in the air, I can taste it thru the heat, my potnahs goin' fast I don't think he's gone last and if he don't, I'ma hit his wife with his half, but that's tha type in da game seen jus rappin, I made it, he didn't but ain't shit happen what can I do, but go on livin' fleein' from the condoe, I go on a ribbon life goes on, that might sound wrong but heeyyy, we all live by the rules, of the game we play day to day, death is a possiablity the way I play, feds stops you from killin' me it's too hot to be in the heat cuz it's on, too hot to be in the streets so I'm gone, go back to bein' discreet and live long til one day, either me or the heat is gone (Chorus: 2x) *car drives past*  More Dmx Song Lyrics
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