(feat. Godfather Don , Prodigy)
[Verse 1: Poet]
Thats my word, I'm motherf*cking stressed
It seems like life's tryin to put me through a test
Cuz every f*ckin day it's just gettin worse
Whats worse? Might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
But no time to think about the consequences
The years in jail, f*ck 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
Cuz 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
F*ck a G.E.D., thats like toilet tissue
All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers
Runnin with a bunch of stupid crazy motherf*ckers
Niggaz f*ckin their money up, niggaz gettin knocked
And jealous motherf*ckers, they want the whole block
Though I could start flippin gettin on a mission
But I need much more, no time for bullshittin'
Niggaz listen...
[Chorus x2: Godfather Don]
The H-E-A-T- makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin, figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggaz blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin, niggaz bust somethin'
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
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 cornerstore, 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....
[Chorus x6]
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(feat. Godfather Don , Prodigy)
[Verse 1: Poet]
Thats my word, I'm motherf*cking stressed
It seems like life's tryin to put me through a test
Cuz every f*ckin day it's just gettin worse
Whats worse? Might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
But no time to think about the consequences
The years in jail, f*ck 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
Cuz 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
F*ck a G.E.D., thats like toilet tissue
All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers
Runnin with a bunch of stupid crazy motherf*ckers
Niggaz f*ckin their money up, niggaz gettin knocked
And jealous motherf*ckers, they want the whole block
Though I could start flippin gettin on a mission
But I need much more, no time for bullshittin'
Niggaz listen...
[Chorus x2: Godfather Don]
The H-E-A-T- makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin, figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggaz blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin, niggaz bust somethin'
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
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 cornerstore, 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....
[Chorus x6]
[Verse 1: Poet]
Thats my word, I'm motherf*cking stressed
It seems like life's tryin to put me through a test
Cuz every f*ckin day it's just gettin worse
Whats worse? Might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
But no time to think about the consequences
The years in jail, f*ck 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
Cuz 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
F*ck a G.E.D., thats like toilet tissue
All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers
Runnin with a bunch of stupid crazy motherf*ckers
Niggaz f*ckin their money up, niggaz gettin knocked
And jealous motherf*ckers, they want the whole block
Though I could start flippin gettin on a mission
But I need much more, no time for bullshittin'
Niggaz listen...
[Chorus x2: Godfather Don]
The H-E-A-T- makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin, figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggaz blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin, niggaz bust somethin'
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
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 cornerstore, 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....
[Chorus x6]