Infamous Mobb Deep – Temperatures Rising Featuring: Crystal Johnson Produced By: Havoc & Q-Tip How do I create annotations? [Havoc] Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run For a body - now its time to stash the guns They probably got the phones tapped so I wont speak long Gimme a hot second, and Imma put you on Its all messed up somebody 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 and where dyou sleep They said they just wanna question you, but me and you know That once they catch you, all they do is just arrest you Then arraign you, hang you, I dont think so Its a good thing you bounced for now just stay low Once in a blue I check to see how youre doin I know you need loot, so I send it through Western Union They probably knock down the door In the middle of the night, sometime around four Hopin to find who they lookin for but they wont succeed All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed But word son, you got the projects hotter than hell Harder for brothers, to get they thug on but oh well Son they know too much, even the hoodrat chicks Oh you heard who did what, no I dont who did shit! So stop askin, then I know Im not goin crazy From windows, I see lights flashin and maybe Somebodys takin pictures - and you know who that be Police lovers, and neighborhood snitches They put up your sheet so everybodys pointin fingers And lyin, aiyyo son, the temp is risin [Hook: Crystal Johnson] The temperatures risin, no theres nothin surprisin The temperatures risin, huh and aint nothin surprisin The temperatures risin, huh and aint nothin surprisin The temperatures risin (Theres nothin surprisin) [Prodigy] What up black? Hold your head wherever you at On the flow from the cops with wings on your back That snitch nigga - gave police your location Well chop his body up in six degrees of separation Killer listen, shit aint the same without you at home Phony niggas walk around tryin to be your clone They really fear you, when you was at home they was pale Thats why they wanna see you either dead or in jail By the time you hear this rhyme youll probably be locked up Tried to hide somewhere along the lines your plans slipped up Got caught up in a crime that you cant take back Reminisce on how I used to pick you up in the Ac Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep Wonderin who snitched it got me losin lots of sleep At night, you know my mouth is tight I never sang to the cops cause that shit aint right Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack Damn - why the situation go down like dat? Itll be a long time before the heat dies down And a - couple of years fore we see you around Butt til then maintain and keep your story the same The cops is grabbin wrong niggas, lookin for someone to blame They harrassin, strugglin to find the truth Theres a chance ya casell get thrown out, cause they aint got no proof To say youre guilty, your fingerprints filthy Deliver - me the gun, Ill tie it to a brick and throw it in the river Make sure it sinks to the bottom Outsmart police, snuck you out the projects, we got em But still, but still, but still... [Hook] - 3X (Surprisin) *repeat to fade*
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 04:30:05 +0000
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