Lyrics:
Makaveli in this
Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uh, feel me (come with me)
And God said he should send
you wanna beat me, how? (how?)
Oh, you the number one draft in the league now?
Ride down your block, doors twelve o'clock
Lambo', the drop, bike
Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime
(Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check it out
Now run for your life, or you wanna get your heat, whatever
We can
HTown heats over Stockholm beats
It's Moon and Big Mon about to stop your streak
We don't sleep making rappers retreat
Our release on repeat,
time served and get released
Cool, back on the streets I
Seen some old drama
I still hold heat to send
Your ass straight to trauma
These kids started
Makaveli in this
Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uh, feel me (come with me)
And God said he should send
heat
Then rock me rock me slowly
Wrap me in your heat
Then rock me rock me slowly
Sun kissed by each other down by the water
Swayin' with the tide
trampoline
Feat of flame and you know we bout to heat the scene
Stop drop n roll, unlock n load
They cant stop the flow, they know that we outta control
of smith and wessons
Who got the heat yeah who got the juice
Who got the gas yeah I promise it ain't you
Who got the heat yeah got the juice
You awoke
Blue, brown eyes staring at each other
I can't help but wonder if you've got someone else
Heat radiates off my skin
Your energy is so addictive
By my side, you by my side
Put a roley all up on your wrist
You and I, girl you and I
In a Private jet we gone dip
Put it on you like God damn
Ima
tell a gyal come my way
Yh I dont play by the rules , I'm not really one for the games
In a leage of my own, imma get to the top just stay in your lane
The rock bottom will humble you
Jay tee summer
I bring the heat in an seasons
I do shit I get by
Fuck with it
I do my shit I get by
Fuck with it
I do shit
you see what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by G's
If you owe me, and we got beef
I recommend you reach for your heat
the pace as the tension starts to race
In the heat of the hour it's all about to blow off
Heal your cross with fire
Heal your cross with fire
A switch in
Now lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
I gotta ride with my heat
They been tryna plot on me yeah
I see em when I sleep
They been
ain't fun, when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
The life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse
sweet
When ya hands on me
I see you're gentle like a poet when you use your words
I never stumble but you got me trippin that's a first
Fine by me
You
Then I draw a line
From cold to heat
I saw your smile
At the back of the car
Then I found a mile
Where sorrow seems far
I know that thing you can't
and enter your mouth
That's how I'm built
Under the floss there's nothin' but filth
Don't let it fool ya
I still let these slugs heat up and cool ya
Off
stay in the streets seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that
stay in the streets seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that
Waiting
For your piece of the pie to drop out of the sky
(Gotta go get it)
Hesitating
For somebody else to run and pass you by
(But you never
the avalanche of answers supplanted by rod and staff
And lop off branches of cancerous hobbies rotting in your past
Third get learned in insurgent discernment
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