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Temperature's Rising

アーティスト:Mobb Deep, Crystal Johnson  アルバム:The Infamous 

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Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run For a body - now it's time to stash the guns They probably got the phones tapped so I won't speak long Gimme a hot second, and I'mma put you on It's all messed up somebody snitching on the crew And word is on the street is they got pictures of you Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep Askin' on your whereabouts and where d'you sleep They said they just wanna question you, but 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 for now just stay low Once in a blue I check to see how you're doin' I know you need loot, so I send it through Western Union They probably knock down the door In the middle of the night, sometimes around four Hoping to find who they looking for but they won't succeed All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed But word 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, no I don't know who did shit So stop askin, then I know I'm not goin' crazy From windows, I see lights flashing and maybe Somebody's taking pictures - you know who that be Police lovers, and neighborhood snitches They put up a G so everybody's pointing fingers And lying, aiyyo son, the temp is rising The temperature's rising, no there's nothing surprising The temperature's rising, huh and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising, huh and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising (There's nothing surprising) What up black? Hold your head wherever you at On the flow from the cops with wings on your back That snitch nigga - gave police your location We'll chop his body up in six


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