Heat Lyrics

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 on, have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on, the heat is on

The heat is on, what′s my next move?
Do I stick with the score or get with the door?

Feds got the drop from the back of the U-Haul
Snipers on the roof, chance of gettin' away too small
Tell 'em like this, look, it′s gon′ be a shootout
Whoever make it out meet me 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 niggas splittin′ four hundred grand
We all feelin' lost but enjoy the profit
The game is the same and nothin' gon′ stop it
Most times you make it, one time you won′t
All a nigga could really do was have the vest under the coat
Come on

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 on, have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on, the heat is on
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 on, have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on, the heat is on

Me and my two mans gave money twenty grand for a scam
That'll get the condo in the sand, and
Chances of gettin′ caught, Slim, next to none
But 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 to discuss just what′s goin′ dizzy
Everybody got it? Aight, let's get busy
Run up in the bank, ahh, hit the deck
Yo, bust money and get the keys off his neck

We on the clock, three minutes until we finish
Feds are on the way, but I′m tryin' to see spinach
In and out, duffle bag across the back
Extra long sports coat to cover up the MAC
Feds, they attack, I spit lead out, niggas spread out
Run up on a civilian in his car, make him get out

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 on, have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on, the heat is on
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 on, have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on, the heat is on

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 gon' last
But if he don′t, I'ma hit his wife with his half
But that's the type of shit I had, this ain′t just rappin′
I made it, he didn't, but hey, shit happens
What can I do but go on livin′?
Tree in front of the condo, I'll throw on a ribbon

Life goes on, that may sound wrong, but hey
We all live by the rules of the game we play
Day to day, death is a possibility
The way I play is a vest stops you from killin′ me
It's too hot to be in the heat ′cause it's on
Too hot to be in the street, so I'm gone
Go back to bein′ discrete, live long
′Til one day either me or the heat is gone, come on

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 on, have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on, the heat is on
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 on, have your mother ready to cry