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"Temperature's Rising" is a track by Mobb Deep, from the album The Infamous, released 25th April 1995. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Havoc] Yeah Uh-huh, no doubt, son Word up [Verse 1: Havoc] What up, son? I heard they got you on the run for a body Now it's time to stash the guns They probably got the phones tapped, so I won't speak long Gimme a hot second, and I'ma put you on It's 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 Askin' on your whereabouts and where d'you 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 don't think so It's a good thing you bounced for now, just stay low Once in a blue, I check to see how you're doin' I know you need loot, so I send it through Western Union They'd probably knock down the door In the middle of the night, sometimes around four Hopin' to find who they lookin' for, but they won't 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 don't know who did shit! So stop askin', and I know I'm not goin' crazy From windows, I see lights flashin' and maybe Somebody's takin' pictures, you know who that be Police lovers, and neighborhood snitches They put up a G, so everybody's pointin' fingers, and lyin' A-yo, son! The temp is risin' [Chorus: Crystal Johnson] The temperature's risin', no, there's nothin' surprisin' The temperature's risin', huh, and ain't nothin' surprisin' The temperature's risin', huh, and ain't nothin' surprisin' The temperature's risin' (There's nothin' surprisin') [Verse 2: 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 We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation Killa, listen, shit ain't the same without you at home Phony niggas walk around, tryna be your clone They really fear you, when you was at home, they was pale That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail By the time you hear this rhyme, you'll probably be locked up Tried to hide, somewhere along the lines, your plans slipped up Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back Reminiscin' 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 snitchin' got me losin lots of sleep at night You know my mouth is tight I never sang to the cops 'cause that shit ain't right! Sometimes, I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack Damn! Why the situation go down like that? It'll be a long time before the heat dies down And a couple of years 'fore we see you around But 'til then, maintain and keep your story the same The cops is grabbin' wrong niggas, lookin' for someone to blame They harassin', strugglin' to find the truth There's a chance ya case'll get thrown out 'cause they ain't got no proof To say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy Deliver me the gun, I'll 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..) [Chorus: Crystal Johnson] The temperature's risin', no, there's nothin' surprisin' (Oh) The temperature's risin', and ain't nothin' surprisin' (Yeah) The temperature's risin', and ain't nothin' surprisin' (Temperature's risin', uh) The temperature's risin', and ain't nothin' surprisin' (Oh, oh) The temperature's risin', and ain't nothin' surprisin' The temperature's risin', and ain't nothin' surprisin' (Oh, risin') The temperature's risin', and ain't nothin' surprisin' (Risin', yeah) The temperature's risin', and ain't nothin' surprisin' (Ain't nothin' ain't risin') [Outro: Crystal Johnson] Surprisin', surprisin', surprisin' Surprisin', surprisin' (No, no, no, woah) Surprisin', surprisin', surprisin' Surprisin', surprisin' (Temperature's rising) Surprisin', surprisin', surprisin' (No, no, somethin' risin', baby) Surprisin', surprisin' (Oh, oh, woah, oh, oh) Surprisin', surprisin' (Oh, woah, oh) Risin' to the top, risin', risin' Temperature's, temperature's risin' The temperature, the temperature's risin'
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