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Temperature's Rising

Temperature's Rising

Mobb Deep

作詞 Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita/John Davis/Patrice Rushen/Fred D. Washington

作曲 Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita/John Davis/Patrice Rushen/Fred D. Washington

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Yeah Uhh no doubt son word up Word up son I heard they got you on the run For a body - now it's time to stash the guns They probably got the phones tapped so I won't speak long Gimme a hot second and I'm a put you on It's all messed up somebody snitching on the crew And word is on the street is they got pictures of you Homicide came to the crib last night six deep Axin on your whereabouts and where d'you sleep They said they just wanna question you but me and you know That once they catch you all they do is just arrest you Then arraign you hang you I don't think so It's a good thing you bounced for now just stay low Once in a blue I check to see how you're doing I know you need loot so I send it through Western Union They probably knock down the door In the middle of the night sometimes around four Hoping to find who they looking for but they won't succed All they gonna find is mad empty bags of w**d But word son you got the projects hotter than hell Harder for brothers to get they thug on but oh well Son they know too much even the hoodrat chicks Oh you heard who did what no I don't who did sh*t So stop asking then I know I'm not going crazy From windows I see lights flashing and maybe Somebody's taking pictures - and you know who that be Police lovers and neighborhood snitches They put up your sheet so everybody's pointing fingers And lying aiyyo son the temp is rising The temperature's rising no there's nothing surprising The temperature's rising huh and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising huh and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising There's nothing surprising What up black Hold your head wherever you at On the flow from the cops with wings on your back That snitch ni**a - gave police your location We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation Killer listen sh*t ain't the same without you at home Phony niggas walk around trying to be your clone They really fear you when you was at home they was pale That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail By the time you hear this rhyme you'll probably be locked up Tried to hide somewhere along the lines your plans slipped up Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back Reminisce on how I used to pick you up in the Ac Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep Wondering who snitched it got me losing lots of sleep At night you know my mouth is tight I never sang to the cops cause that sh*t ain't right Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack Damn - why the situation go down like dat It'll be a long time before the heat dies down And a - couple of years 'fore we see you around But 'til then maintain and keep your story the same The cops is grabbing wrong niggas looking for someone to blame They harrassin struggling to find the truth There's a chance ya case'll get thrown out cause they ain't got no proof To say you're guilty your fingerprints filthy Deliver - me the gun I'll tie it to a brick and throw it in the river Make sure it sinks to the bottom Police Outsmart snuck you out the projects we got them But still but still but still The temperature's rising no there's nothing surprising The temperature's rising huh and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising huh and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising There's nothing surprising The temperature's rising no there's nothing surprising The temperature's rising huh and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising huh and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising There's nothing surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising
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