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MOBB DEEP lyrics : "Heat"


I never fell in love with a ho but I almost,
Came close, had myself clapping natos

You know these broads nowadays keep skeletons in their closet
#~!!@ whipped boyfriend
Strange reason ima meet the same chick, all the time

She a dime
Something wrong with her mind
At first conversation she normal

In no time she on you
But don't even know you (what?)
If you love a nice fatty it'll throw you, right off

Have her blow a ^!$$% head right off
^!$$% cough the wrong way and I'm squeezing
Dont get mad at me, your girl freaking

Never talk much, let my hammer do the speaking
Ya'll ^!$$%s conned to these brauds, its a weakness
Pushing that seven with the deep dish

And you know I got that thing when I'm creeping

(Chorus)


Verse Two (Prodigy):


There ain't no such thing as chill, its always on
No such thing as peace, its always war
Everytime a ^!$$% try and have good thoughts

There's always something and something always goes wrong
That's why I don't even tease myself no more
Or put smiles on my face man that %#@! is all wrong

And all that is out the window from now on
My aim's to be seen on that page at the front
And whether it's murder or music, my ^!$$%s is anxious

You not gangsters
You ^!$$%s federal agents
They don't scare us doggy, we shoot at cops

You thought Pac was a problem? Then you ain't seen a lot
Yo they took our conrades, what we gon' do?
An yo Hav', you know they scheming on me and you

They can't handle this 2004 beat
They gotta send paper soldiers to shoot at me
But ambitious thugs

See visions of blood
In real life, cook my head, size is perfect done
Regardless of what colour in the mother $#&@er's spectrum,

We riding for you
Dying for you
Remember


(Chorus)

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