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of fast on your feet doing all that woofing like you've been the streets uh uh
You can't handle this heat Harlem tips shooting fast have you dance like

killing his brothers like Jonas

40 on em know he gone damage ya
You need a verse told em hit up my manager
Her head game was week bitch just like

no peace for the piece then
I say peace to the beast in heat
Let's talk about a Slim Jim
Jimmy chance in hell
If you can't protect a peck
Your chances

your wrists
Each sequel's so lethal
That no other can equal
Spark it up for the jam
But rock it on for the people

'Cause I'm a jungle brother

can’t handle load then get out of my face
Fully hands on I know all my sales names, ask these kids they’ll say I'm their main
Weren’t there on the bus,

the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair

Nick, don't get it wrong
Nasty Nick, don't get it wrong

Southern Heat, that's what it is, handle my biz
You need a ride, I gotta extra Benz
Bitch in

want the starch get pressed by them steamers
Billy official, I am my brother's keeper

I'm my brother's keeper
You ain't never lie
I'm my brother's

Big Momma Thang

Jay-Z

Hard Core

1996

You got it goin' on, what-what?

I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet

Just know you gonna always make it through
And God will never give us nothing we can't handle
I got your back for life, call me I'm there and that's

Hellz Wind Staff

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke

We on the run with the golden guns, get

the heat outside
I'm struggling to be by yourside
Can you feel the heat outside
Can you feel the outside
I can feel the outside….
You tell me you love me

Nothing Like Home

Mobb Deep

Infamy

2001

on my arm
Three strong, man, the heat's still lukewarm
Who can you trust when your friends want to pop your safe?
You let him stash in your place, now

Who you know can rap like this I’m the coldest
If rapping my brother then I’d be the oldest
You back of the cupboard you old and you molded
Hold it

Can't handle the heat
Then you better go
Thats how my kitchen works
And if you didn't now you really know
Thats how my kitchen works
All of my brothers

(Hey, you youngins' better knock it off)

Heat too hot like candlestick, I hope that you can handle it
Loud pack in my cabinet, too boujee bae not

setup by his bitch
Your time's up
I'm 'bout to air the whole switch
You find us, she'll probably be on my dick
If crime pays, lil' nigga never did shit

Walk Like a Man

Murs

Murs 3:16: The 9th Edition

2004

Have you ever had a load of it, cock back the heat
Poppin' on the next nigga while he walkin' up the street
Trigger off safety spacin' an opportunity

the fuck up out the kitchen you can't handle the heat
I got a plate full of chicken ion entertain beef

I put my trust in my bro's and I ain't ever gon

the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henny and I'm tryna forget
But I can

dresser with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henney and I'm tryna

dresser with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henny and I'm tryna forget

The socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henny and I'm tryna forget
But I can

to get by
Ashy, Patchy
Blow up on her ass cheeks
you can handle truth and you want it? You can ask me
Sadly, Im a fucking sadist do it gladly
Bad dreams?