Dmx

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