Temperature's Rising

Word up son

I heard they got you on the run

Filled with body

Now it's time to stash the guns

They probably got the phone tap

So I won't speak long

Gimme a half second and i'm put you on

It's all messed up somebodys snitchin on the crew

And word is on the street is

They got pictures of you

Homicide came to the crib last night six deep

Axin on your whereabouts

So where dyou sleep

They said they just wanna question

You bet me and you know

That once they catch you

All they do is just arrest you

Then arraign you hang you

I don't think so

It's a good thing you bounced

But now youre stayin low

Once in a blue I check ta see how ya doing

I know you need loot so

I send it thru western union

They probably knock down the door

In the middle of the night

Sometimes around four

Hopin to find who theyre lookin for

But they want ta see

All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed

But worse son

You got the projects hotter than hell

Harder for brothers to get

Their thug on but oh well

Son they know too much

Even the hoodrat chicks

Oh you heard who did what

And why I don't this shit

So stop askin then I know I'm not goin crazy

From windows I see lights flashin and maybe

Somebodys takin pictures

You know who that be police lovers

And neighbourhood snitches

They put up pertice so everybodys pointin fingers

And lying aiyo son the temp is rising

What up black hold your head wherever you at

On the flow from the cops or wings on your backs

That snitch nigga gave police your location

Well chop his body up in six degrees of separation

Killer listen shit ain't the same

Without you at home

Phony niggas walk around tryin to be your clone

They really fear you

When you was at home you was pale

That's why they wanna see you

Either dead or in jail

By the time you hear this rhyme

You probably be locked up

Tried to hussle

Where along the lines your plan slipped up

Got caught up in a crime that you cant take back

Reminisce on how I use to pick you up in the ac

Years ago when we was younger

Seemed the hood took us under very deep

Wonderin who snitched

And got me losin lots of sleep

At night you know my mouth is tight

I never sang to the cops cos that shit ain't right

Sometimes I stroll past the scene of

The crime and backtrack

Damn why the situation go down like dat

It'll be a long time before the heat dies down

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