Hit Em Wit Da Heat Lyrics

Hit Em Wit Da Heat lyrics

[Rampage]
Yeah Lieutenant what!
Yeah motherfucka
It's Flipmode
Yeah
yeah spliff check it out uh

[Rampage]
Ramp I've been ill since back
in the days
Rockin' shell toed Addidas with rags for my waves
Flipmode be
the unit now I'm playin' for the Braves
I'm hardcore nigga that's straight
from the gutter
I used to play scully plus hot peas and butta
Now I'm the
nigga that's runnin' in your baby motha
Burgundy Ac, you can call me Ramp
Lova
And now I'm toppin' pokey with my Louisville slugger

[Baby
Sham]
My Squad is sick niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped
Get your
wig pushed back, I react and snap
Like Kodak, these cats get the
picture
Put on level black suede Timbs and come and get ya
My target is
your feature
we all sport hoods like grim reapers
We shine in the dark
blink of an eye the last spark
Get closed up, first thug nigga hold
up
21st side see me rounding it up

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

See
when we come through we got nuf shit to flaunt
Got u feelin' it and your
cousin even your aunt
violate, we coming like ghost we gonna haunt
Hit
you with the heat is that what you really want?
What you really want is that
what you really want?
We hit you with the heat is that what you really
want?
What you really want is that what you really want?
we hit you with
the heat is that what you really want?

[Spliff Star]
Y'all niggas
wanna test my squad, I doubt it doubt it
All that murder talk, gun talk, you
talk, I'm 'bout it 'bout it
Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision
P-Y-P
nigga play your position
I fuck up this game and make the ref' blow the
whistle
My squad be the official, clique in this rap shit
Diss me on the
record and watch, you get your ass kicked
Catch me on Church Ave, flickin
blunt ashes

[Rah Digga]
Crazy, thinkin I can't rock buttas
Wont
take shit without no type floders
Hectic, Rah on the ill dialect
shit
Deliveries harder then girls in obstectrics
Ready to stay
on
Smoother then rayon
Takin' out niggas and all they
liaisons
Mu'fuckas, black out season
Publishing resume steady
increasing

Chorus

[Lord Have Mercy]
Shanghai, Shanghai
New
sheriff in town
Rock America's crown and hang 'em high
Who bangin' a fist
full?
Brandishing pistols
Pearl handles with the, family
initials
Uh-uh, 24 karat gold variuos slow
Uh-uh, planet gets cold, get
damaged for dough
Uh-uh!, Savages off balance and blow traveling
slow
Uh-uh!, in effect mode, y'all niggas know it

[Busta
Rhymes]
Sayonara, send my rivals, slam a guy,
Be damned if I
Had to
tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed
Stay payed, rock shit made in ultra
suede
Switch blade yo wack act back to first grade
Even if y'all never
seen us you know y'all need us
Suck my penis from here to muthafucking
venus
Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back
Imagining me
ending your world like Deep Impact
Blood clot, watch me come through and
bust a gunshot
Yeah people, come inside of your dance and done
that

Chorus 2x

[Busta Rhymes]
Fuckin' y'all up
Flipmode
forever
Stays focused
Pay Attention
Pay Attention...*fades to phone
interlude*