Hit You With The Heat Lyrics

Hit You With The Heat lyrics

[Featuring Busta Rhymes Rampage Lord Have Mercy Spliff Star Rah
Dig]
Yeah
Luitenent what!
Yeah muthafucka its Flipmode
yeah yeah spliff check it
out
Rampage Verse
Grab my big ill shit back in the days
Rockin' shows
tow they leaders with rags for my waves
Flipmode be the union now im playin'
for the Braves
Im hardcore nigga thats straight from the gutter (gutter)
I
used to play celli plus i piece and butta
Now im the nigga thats runnin' in
your baby motha
Buggin' me out, you can call me grand lova!
And now im
rubbin toppin' ????? with my Luisville straga
-Baby Sham Verse-
My Squad
is sick (uh) niggas who pop shit get pistoled whipped (what)
Get your wig
pushedback (what), I react and snap like Kodak, these
cats get the picture
(what)
Put on level black suade tens and come and get ya (yeah)
My target
is to beat ya, we all spore hoods like grim reapers
these 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
See when we come through we got nuf
shit to floss
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 Verse-
Y'all niggas wanna test my squad I doubt it
doubt it
All that dirty talk gun talk you talkin' 'bout it 'bout it
(what)
Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision (say what)
(Be y p?) nigga
play your position
I fuck up this game and make the ref' blow the whistle
(phwiih)
My squad be the official, cliq in this rap shit
This be on the
record and watch you get your ass kicked
Gets me on turn (chab?) flickin
blood ashes
(Rah Digga)
?????? thinkin I cant rock butters (yeah)
Wont
take shit without no type floders (huh)
Hectic, Rah on a ill dilection
The
memorys harder then girls in our section
Ready to stay la smoother then
?????
Checkin' out niggas then all (awey?) son (yeah)
Mahfuckas, black Al
Seasers
Hope the shit reasomay stady increases
Chorus
-Lord Have Mercy
Verse-
Sing high, sing high new sheriff in town rock americas crown and
hang
'em high
Thinkin a fist full (brenershing pistol?), pearl handels
whit the
family initials
A uh!, 24 carat gold varios slow
A uh!,
planet gets cold get damage for dow
A uh!, ???????? and blow traveling
slow
A uh!, Flipmode, y'all niggas want it
-Busta Rhymes
Verse-
Sayonara, see my rivals (ha) let my god be (damafied?) (ho)
had to
tell one, tell a lie (ha) get paralyzed (ha)
Stay pay rock shit made in ultra
suade (ha)
Switch blade yo wack act back to (ho!) first grade (ha)
Even if
yall never seen us yall now yall need us
(ha) Suck my penis from here to
muthafucking venus
Think back (ha) when you was amazed and had to sit back
(ha)
Imagening me ending your world (ho) like Deep Impact
Blood clot
(ha), watch me come trough and bust a gunshot
(ha) Yeah people inside of
your den and done that
Chorus