Lyrics:
the heat toted
And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
Now we connected
He said, "Mack, when you westsidin`
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
Right out of a storybook
Without the
Wine and candles
An encounter
You'll never forget
But don't try it
If you can't handle
All night long
to a young disciple
Focus, take care of your brothers, niggas do as I do
Keep your enemies close, where they can see you
It's not your enemy who get you
It's
envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe
[Krayzie]
Pedal to the medal we see blue light
[Bizzy]
They wanted to get RIP fuckin wit my sawed-off
on that other shit
I be on that other shit and
You can't handle none of it
I be on that other shit
I be on that other shit
I be on that other shit and
You
better handle it my nigga, in
I think the best thing is to block her out
'cause she doesn't give a fuck about
So much change and true it in, you would
to wish the you-nion
She's not a phony, turn the Sony off, you better overcome the lonely of
Although a brother lettin' that, thus don't know where I'm
knows how to handle this here
Now I look forward to goin' home at night
Brother does mo right, under the candlelight
Wax upon my back, can I handle all
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
full rappin'
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress, 'cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at? Tell me where it is
I
the situation, underwater, through fire
Across barded wire, what? I'm quick to Change Faces without R. Kelly
When you step on me you best be ready. I heats it up
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
against the world
Oh-oh
Stuck in the game
Me against the world, baby
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
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
you never done before
How could a brother be so hardcore
And still keep you on the floor like a maniac
That's your question? Well I'ma answer that
here
In this bullshit that we call the streets
You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the East coast, West
Bettin' I'm gettin' my sex while I'm passin' up bets
Grab my horse by the reins and tame it
Watch where I aim it, so I don't flame it
I can't explain
[Kel Spencer]
(Uuhhh)
Can you feel it baby?
(Take me away)
Flow crazy
Make em' say
(Uuhhh)
Make It hot, uh
(Take me away)
Flow crazy
Make em' say
Uh
try it)
You can not handle this heat, you brothers are too soft (too soft)
I'm getting harder to reach, I call it the cut off (cut em off)
I used beat
You're Paulina
Thinking dirty with your style, my style cleaner
Women all here by screaming just like I'm Alcina
Wanna go with the Scorpio, baby? I'll
can't
Come on down, you're the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Putnam Avenue
to cop me a flight
To your brother
I can see that you loving me
But by your actions
You don't fuck with me
At one point you were all I see
But now I know
slimey (slimey)
Don't try me (don't try me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (ayo, listen)
You can not retire me (yo)
Bring fire and Ruck let the heat
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