Heat

[Intro: DMX] Uh, yeah, yeah *gunshots* Uh... grrrrrrrrr... uh... hot! Uh.. arf arf arf arf-arf [Chorus: DMX & Swizz Beatz] The heat is on Are y'all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y'all really ready to die The heat is on Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on Huh The heat is on You know [Verse 1: 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 - too small Tell 'em like this, "Look, it's gonna be a shoot out Whoever make it out meet back at the new house Good luck, if I don't see you again peace Let's handle our business with these government police" You and you go out the front, you take the back You cover the first two and I'll take the sack Boomer didn't make it, neither did Stan Now it's three niggas, splittin' four hundred grand (aight) We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit The game is the same, ain't nothin' gonna stop it Most times you make it, one time you won't All niggas could really do is have a vest under the coat (come on) [Chorus: DMX & Swizz Beatz] The heat is on Are y'all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y'all really ready to die The heat is on Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on Huh The heat is on You know The heat is on Are y'all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y'all really ready to die The heat is on Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on Huh The heat is on You know [Verse 2: DMX] Me and my two mans gave money, twenty grand For a scam, they don't get the condo in the sand And chance of gettin' caught slim next to none But now we like three deep, need that extra gun Bump into my man, I remember from up north I remember he had principles and wasn't nothin' soft Off to discuss, just what's goin' dizzy Everybody got it? Aight, let's get busy Run up in the bank, bitch, *woman screams* hit the deck Yo, bust money and get the keys off his neck (come here) We on the clock, three minutes until we finished Feds are on the way, but I'm tryna see spinach In and out, duffel bag across the back Extra long sports coat to cover up the Mac Feds they attack, I spit lead out, niggas spread out Run up on a civilian in his car, make him get out [Chorus: DMX & Swizz Beatz] The heat is on Are y'all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y'all really ready to die The heat is on Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on Huh The heat is on You know The heat is on Are y'all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y'all really ready to die The heat is on Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on Huh The heat is on You know [Verse 3: DMX] High speed chasin', racin' through the streets Death's in the air, I can taste it through the heat My partner's goin' fast, I don't think he's gonna last But if he don't, I'mma hit his wife with his half But that's the type of nigga I am, this ain't just rappin' I made it, he didn't, but hey, shit happens What can I do, but go on livin' Fleein' from the condo, I'll go on a ribbon Life goes on, that might sound wrong, but hey We all live by the rules of the game we play Day to day, death is a possibility The way I play is a vest stops you from killin' me It's too hot to be in the heat 'cause it's on Too hot to be in the streets, so I'm gone Go back to bein' discreet, live long 'Til one day either me or the heat is gone Come On! [Chorus: DMX & Swizz Beatz] The heat is on Are y'all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y'all really ready to die The heat is on Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on Huh The heat is on You know The heat is on Are y'all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y'all really ready to die The heat is on Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on Huh The heat is on You know The heat is on