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