The Heat

(Ha ha haha) uh, yeah
One time representin' for Ron G (yeah)
You know what I'm sayin'? (That's right)
Thug Life in effect
(baaby) , 2Pac and Big Stretch

Straight from the Terrordome
Where my niggas packin' chrome an
Extra clip when it's on
Never will I go left, I'm comes right
All night nigga
With Ron G blessin' me with the hype nigga
I punch 'em up, never gave a fuck
Holdin' it down
Straight catch it for you goodies
Then I slides up town you know the flave
You know I love to misbehave
This ain't a maze
We'll leave you niggas dead in a daze

Follow me, tell me if you feel me
I think niggas is tryna kill me
Picturin' pistols
Spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me
Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts
Preoccupied with keepin' steel
See niggas is false, sittin' in court
Turned snitches that used to be real
But now they're petrified bitches
I'm tryna be strong
They sendin' armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I'm trapped in the storm
And fuck the world 'til I'm gone
Bitches be warned
Word is bond you'll get torn
I'm bustin' on Giuliani
He rubbin' my niggas wrong
And then it's on, before I leave picture me
I'm spittin' at punk bitches and
Hustlin' to be free
Watch me set it, niggas don't want it
You can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggas
Mad I said it this Thug Life
Nigga we don't cater to you hoes
Fuck with me
Have a hundred motherfuckers at
Ya door with 44s

Ha ha hahaha, yeah nigga
Thug Life, the waterbed
Deadly combination boy
Get up outta here before you get
Your fuckin' head shot off
Or your ass peeled back
This how we do it out
Here on this underground real shit nigga
Watch out nigga this is '95
Niggas barely stayin' alive
You know what I'm sayin' outta court
Fuck what you thought
Better stop thinkin' these niggas is fan
Ron G ain't no mother motherfuckin' joke
It's the heat nigga, now
Rewind this motherfucker
You know you can't help it

Keith Murray is comin' from the North Side
Leavin' everything left as it's guessed
With every breath past proceed
The word to death
This is a Keith Murray type of D-Day
So melee
Cause I got more skills than a sen-say
Searchin' for the bottom my flow
You're vanished
My style is still the flyest most transparent
On this motherfuckin' planet
I wish a nigga would try
To take it for granted
I'm mad as fuck and my lifestyle is shady
So hey yo Big Lyte, best of three 80's
You see me, you see the LOD
Purposely psycho, so magically
MVP of the MIC rap industry
And shit is still real
Here put this shit up against your grill
Niggas know my style, niggas know I'm ill
Moet in the palm, flip then I stay real calm
For niggas tryna false alarm uh
Feel the steel in ya face as I raise the base
And the pace, in ya face
Punk ass bitches know what time
It is with NYC niggas go purely crazy
Bitch ass niggas get blasted, one, blah
Catch it son
Motherfuckers know directly where I'm from
I'm dead serious from Long Island
Represent the East Coast
Nigga you get burnt like toast
Cause I don't give a fuck
Who don't give a fuck?
We don't give a fuck, you don't give a fuck
So go buck buck buck buck
And duck like a chicken
When I'm comin' through, bakin' you
Motherfuckers know my time and
They know my name
And my crew, LOD, strictly whilin', for D
USA, you see
Keith Murray, comin' through in the fly shit
Fuck around kid, you get your wig split
I don't have it, Ron G don't have it
Big Lyte don't have it
When you see it don't try to grab it
Cause it glitters and it's real gold
Fuck what you heard
And listen to what you been told

Yeah put that shit on hold
Once said piece to the LO death squad
Waterbed
My boy 2Pac, you know what I'm sayin'?
Eric Skinner up in this beast
Niggas got slayed on the edge
You know what I'm sayin'?
Eric Sermon and the death squad
Y'all word up new York in this motherfucker
East coast, west coast
From the north south to the

Hard times but hard rhymes
Then we picked up nines
And after that I had gotten
Into a life of crime
Gettin' mine stickin' laws killin'
Niggas in the mix i couldn't give a fuck
(It's Alive) I was never turn to tricks
To stay up with my set game
Bangin' when I have to
Never ever fail and always down
To bust the caps too at you
And that's how it went to pay the rent
And up in Cali motherfuckers
Know I'm gettin' paper
And now it's gettin' harder one
Times is on my tail
I Judge in New York cause I
Don't wanna go to jail
I'm lightin' up with my nigga Ron G
It's the Waterbed mad, nigga can't you see?
Nothing but the motherfuckin' bass
In your face no more crime I'm doin' rhyme
And gettin' mine up in the place
Bitches on my dick motherfucker can't survive
And nigga recognize motherfucker It's Alive!