The Heat

[Intro: Stretch]

(Hahahaha)

Uh, yeah

One time representin' for Ron G (Yeah)

You know what I'm sayin'? (That's right)

Thug Life in effect (baaby), 2Pac and Big Stretch

[Verse 1: Stretch]

Straight from the Terrordome

Where my niggas packin' chrome an extra clip when it's on

Never will I go left, I'm comes right, all night nigga

With Ron G blessin' me with the hype nigga

I punch 'em up, never gave a fuck, holdin' it down

Straight catch it for you goodies then I slides up town

You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave

This ain't a maze, we'll leave you niggas dead in a daze

[Verse 2: 2Pac]

Follow me, tell me if you feel me, I think niggas is tryna kill me

Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me

Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal

My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel

See niggas is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches

That used to be real, but now they're petrified bitches

I'm tryna be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me

Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me

Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm

I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world 'til I'm gone

Bitches be warned, word is bond you'll get torn

I'm bustin' on Giuliani, he rubbin' my niggas wrong

And then it's on, before I leave picture me

I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free

Watch me set it, niggas don't want it, you can get it

Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it

This Thug Life, nigga we don't cater to you hoes

Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at ya door with .44s

[Interlude: 2Pac]

Hahahahaha, yeah nigga

Thug Life, the waterbed, deadly combination boy

Get up outta here before you get your fuckin' head shot off

Or your ass peeled back, This how we do it out here on this underground

Real shit nigga

Watch out nigga this is '95, niggas barely stayin' alive

You know what I'm sayin' outta court, Fuck what you thought

Better stop thinkin' these niggas is fan

Ron G ain't no mother motherfuckin' joke

It's the heat nigga, now rewind this motherfucker, you know you can't help it

[Verse 3: Keith Murray]

Keith Murray is comin' from the North Side, leavin' everything left as it's guessed

With every breath past proceed the word to death

This is a Keith Murray type of D-Day, so melee

Cause I got more skills than a sen-say

Searchin' for the bottom my flow, you're vanished

My style is still the flyest most transparent

On this motherfuckin' planet

I wish a nigga would try to take it for granted

I'm mad as fuck and my lifestyle is shady

So hey yo Big Lyte, best of three 80's

You see me, you see the L.O.D

Purposely psycho, so magically

M.V.P. of the M.I.C. Rap industry

And shit is still real, here put this shit up against your grill

Niggas know my style, niggas know I'm ill

Moet in the palm, flip then I stay real calm

For niggas tryna false alarm uh

Feel the steel in ya face as I raise the base

And the pace, in ya face

Punk ass bitches know what time it is with N.Y.C

Niggas go purely crazy

Bitch ass niggas get blasted, one, blah, catch it son

Motherfuckers know directly where I'm from

I'm dead serious from Long Island, represent the East Coast

Nigga you get burnt like toast

Cause I don't give a fuck, who don't give a fuck?

We don't give a fuck, you don't give a fuck

So go buck buck buck buck

And duck like a chicken when I'm comin' through, bakin' you

Motherfuckers know my time and they know my name

And my crew, L.O.D, strictly whilin', for D

U.S.A., you see

Keith Murray, comin' through in the fly shit

Fuck around kid, you get your wig split

I don't have it, Ron G don't have it

Big Lyte don't have it, when you see it don't try to grab it

Cause it glitters and it's real gold

Fuck what you heard, and listen to what you been told

[Interlude: Keith Murray]

Yeah put that shit on hold

Once said piece to the L.O

Death squad

Waterbed

My boy 2Pac, you know what I'm sayin'?

Eric Skinner up in this beast

Niggas got slayed on the edge you know what I'm sayin'?

Eric Sermon and the death squad, y'all word up

New York in this motherfucker

East coast, west coast

From the north south to the

[Verse 4: It's Alive]

Hard times but hard rhymes

Then we picked up nines

And after that I had gotten into a life of crime

Gettin' mine stickin' laws killin' niggas in the mix

I couldn't give a fuck (It's Alive!) I was never turn to tricks

To stay up with my set game, bangin' when I have to

Never ever fail and always down to bust the caps too

At you, and that's how it went to pay the rent

And up in Cali motherfuckers know I'm gettin' paper

And now it's gettin' harder one times is on my tail

I Judge in New York cause I don't wanna go to jail

I'm lightin' up with my nigga Ron G

It's the Waterbed mad, nigga can't you see?

Nothing but the motherfuckin' bass in your face

No more crime I'm doin' rhyme, and gettin' mine up in the place

Bitches on my dick motherfucker can't survive

And nigga recognize motherfucker It's Alive!