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The Heat Is On (feat. Prodigy & Godfather Don) - Screwball



     
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that's my word, I'm motherfucking stressed
It seems like life's tryin to put me through a test
'cause every fuckin day it's just gettin worse
what's worse? Might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
But no time to think about the consequences
The years in jail, fuck the death sentence
All I know is that I need mad cash in a flash
Befo' 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 (that's word nigga)
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'ma lay in it
But I ain't gonna stay in it
I might start sprayin shit
I should've stayed in school, but that's a dead issue
Fuck a G.E.D., that's like toilet tissue
All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers

Runnin with a bunch of stupid crazy motherfuckers
Niggaz fuckin their money up, niggaz gettin knocked
And jealous motherfuckers, they want the whole block
Though I could start flippin gettin on a missionBut I need much more, no time for bullshittin'
Niggaz listen...The H-E-A-T- makes me crazy
I want to bust somethin, figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggaz blood rushin'
I want to touch somethin, niggaz bust somethin'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 4th
Stay gettin those outside of New York
Bullets from the cornerstone, I'm bringin home a arsen
Interstate 95 North to the Jackie Robinson
Watch out for D's in caprices in tauruses
Empire mistakes 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
380's in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chick
That nigga P is sick, I need a silencer connect, see me
Niggaz be lyin, tellin stories, tell it walkin'
My nigga's into drugs and extortion
Knotty head for them niggaz on the nightshift pumpin'
The heat is on nigga....
Songwriters
BASS, WILBERT/JOHNSON, ALBERT/CHAPMAN, RODNEY/HERON, MIKE/SCALES, HARVEY/GRIFFIN, MELVIN JEROMEPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, LYNNE GREEN-MELINCOFF D/B/A HOFFMAN HOUSE MUSIC

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Screwball is an underground hip-hop group that hails from Queensbridge, New York. The name was chosen in memory of the groups murdered friend, Louis "Screwball" Chandler. The four members of Screwball have performed individually and together since the late 80's. Poet was best known for his attack on KRS-One in the 1987 song "Beat You Down". He later formed the group PHD alongside DJ Hot Day. PHD released their only album Without Warning in 1990.

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