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'm put you on It's all messed up somebodys 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 dyou 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 youre stayin low Once in a blue I check ta see how ya doing 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 theyre 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 Somebodys takin pictures You know who that be police lovers And neighbourhood snitches They put up pertice so everybodys pointin fingers And lying aiyo son the temp is rising What up black hold your head wherever you at On the flow from the cops or wings on your backs That snitch nigga gave police your location Well chop his body up in six degrees of separation Killer listen shit ain't the same Without you at home Phony niggas walk around tryin to be your clone They really fear you When you was at home you was pale That's why they wanna see you Either dead or in jail By the time you hear this rhyme You probably be locked up Tried to hussle Where along the lines your plan slipped up Got caught up in a crime that you cant take back Reminisce on how I use to pick you up in the ac Years ago when we was younger Seemed the hood took us under very deep Wonderin who snitched And got me losin lots of sleep At night you know my mouth is tight I never sang to the cops cos that shit ain't right Sometimes I stroll past the scene of The crime and backtrack Damn why the situation go down like dat It'll be a long time before the heat dies down The temperatures rising Rising rising The temperatures rising Huh and nothins surprising The temperatures rising Huh and there's nothing surprising The temperatures rising There's nothin surprising The temperatures rising No there's nothin surprising The temperatures rising The temperatures rising The temperatures rising The temperatures rising The temperatures rising The temperatures rising The temperatures rising The temperatures rising The temperatures rising The temperatures rising The temperatures rising The temperatures rising The temperatures rising The temperatures rising