Heat   Uh yeah yeah   [gunshots]  Uh...grrrrrrrrr...uh...hot!   Uh..arf arf arf..     [Chorus :]  The heat is on Are y'all really ready to fly   The heat is on Are y'all really ready to die   The heat is oonnnnn   Have your mother ready to cry   The heat is on high   The heat is on, you know     [Verse one:]  The heat is on what's my next move   Do I stick with the score, or get with the door   Feds got the drop in the back of the Uhaul   Snipers on the roof chance of getting away too small   Tell'em like this look, it's gonna be a shoot out   Whoever make it out meet back at the new house good luck   If I don't see you again peace   Let's handle our business with these government police   You and you go out the front you take the back   You cover the first two and I'll take the sack   Boomer didn't make it, neither did Stan   Now it's three niggaz, splitin' four hundred grand (aight)   We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit   The game is the same and nothin gonna stop it   Most times you make it one time you won't   All a nigga could really do is have a vest under the coat (come on)     [Chorus 2x]    [Verse two:]  Me and my two mans gave money twenty grand   For a scam they don't get the condo in the sand   And chances of gettin' caught slim next to none   Now we like three deep need that extra gun   Bump into my man, I remember from up North   I remember he had principles and wasn't nothin soft   Off with disgust just was slow and dizzy   Everybody got it aight let's get busy   Run up in the bank bitch (woman screams)hit the deck   Yo bust money,and get the keys off his neck (come here)   We on the clock, three mintues until we finished   Feds are on the way, but I'm tryin to see spinach   In and out duffle bag across the back   Extra large sports coat to cover up the mack   Feds they attack, I spit lead out niggaz spread out   Run up on a civilian in his car, made him get out     [Chorus 2x]    [Verse three:]  High speed chasin, racin through the streets   Death's in the air, I can taste it through the heat   My partner's goin' fast I don't think he's gonna last   And if he don't, I'ma hit his wife with his half   But that's the type of nigga I am this ain't just rappin   I made it, he didn't but ain't shit happens   What can I do, but go on livin'   Fleein' from the condo, I go on a ribbon   Life goes on, that might sound wrong but heeyyy   We all live by the rules of the game we play   Day to day, death is a possibility   The way I play is a fist stops you from killin' me   It's too hot to be in the heat cuz it's on   Too hot to be in the streets so I'm gone   Go back to being discreet live long   Til one day, either me or the heat is gone   Come On!     [Chorus 2x]