gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [B.o.B] Look This is my stress reliever But somehow, it became my stress for demons So I get up in this booth and I'm heated
Whoever wins the diss battle, respect is given Fightin over words is not how we are livin Then there's ? ? word I almost forgot Three-on-one, no heat,
world is mine cause now I ain't easy to trust Skills to much bet you get brushed and bust Got thugs with ice mugs that handle heat for me Legal teams
I THA town pie flipper Turn KRYSTAL into a Crooked Ides sipper Everybody want to be fast.. see the cash FUCK AROUND AND REACH staff Get a heat rash Anything
knowhatI'msayin'?) God degree (we got a lot of fake niggas out man) 7-3 and 12 jewels. Niggas ain't bustin' that heat man. Niggas just frontin' yo they ain't bustin' they heat
(Who?) W-Oooo-W And these cats know how it go Since 13 I been known for bumpin out that steam Ain't nuthin changed homeboy I'm still bringin the heat
soldiers from California to Arizona Every corner got a soldier straight packing a chrome Bumping Capone in the zone All the haters on the phone Speaking alone plotting on the heat
hell outta dis bad bra On my planet we take no haters for granted They Kris Kross (10 seconds til lift off) Be somethin pistol grips off Ripped off The techniques I complete heat
bad broad On my planet we take no haters for granted They Kris Kross (10 seconds til lift off) Be somethin pistol grips sauce Ripped off The techniques complete heat
bra On my planet we take no haters for granted They Kris Kross (10 seconds til lift off) Be somethin pistol grips off Ripped off The techniques complete heat
' up the earliest Fuckin' wit' my street niggaz And white boys that'll eat niggaz I don't need a butcher to do my ? I get mines with a heat nigga Pass
say that Mother Nature, she the villain Plead a million, the bible, I read a bllion, Still I'm free to see the real And my feet are grillin', 'cause hellish heat
world nigga Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin? Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin? But this shit come all the way back around here My nigga Dre, droppin heat
drop the hatchet Keep the party crackin, while I'm steady rappin This game we run, y'all know what's happenin We back in effect, we got the heat on deck
or cassette Whatever you select I keep you bouncin' like a bad cheque See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck To represent the heat that I repeat
And then my, legend would grow on the A-train line where rappers would gather to see my blowin nicks and dimes It was me, Big Pete, Tanya, and Sir ? When in the heat
or die, ball or fly Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up It's time to turn the heat up And
They can't see me even if they had lenses Top lonely, give a fuck about friendses Cause I'm a lonely stoner, pop Corona College dropout, no diploma [Chorus:] Here we go If you feel the heat