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Temperature's Rising

アーティスト:Mobb Deep  アルバム:Infamous 

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Yeah Uhh, no doubt, son, word up (Havoc) Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run Filled with body, now it's time to stash the guns They probably got the phone tap so I won't speak long Gimme a half second and I'ma put you on It's all messed up, somebody's snitchin on the crew And word is on the street is they got pictures of you Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep axin on your whereabouts, so where d'you sleep? They said they just wanna question you bet me and you know that once they catch you, all they do is just arrest you then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so It's a good thing you bounced but now you're stayin low Once in a blue I check ta see how ya doin I know you need loot so I send it thru Western Union They probably knock down the door in the middle of the night, sometimes around four Hopin to find who they're lookin for but they want ta see All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed But worse, son, you got the projects hotter than hell Harder for brothers to get their thug on but oh well Son, they know too much, even the hoodrat chicks Oh, you heard who did what and why I don't this shit So stop askin, then I know I'm not goin crazy From windows I see lights flashin and maybe somebody's takin pictures You know who that be, police lovers and neighbourhood snitches They put up *?pertice?* so everybody's pointin fingers and lyin, aiyo son, the temp is risin Chorus: The temperature's risin, no there's nothin surprisin The temperature's risin, huh and nothin's surprisin The temperature's risin, huh and there's nothin surprisin The temperature's risin (There's nothin surprisin) (Prodigy)


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