[DMX & Swizz Beatz] The heat is on Are y´all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y´all really ready to die The heat is on Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on Huh The heat is on You know
[DMX] The heat is on, what´s my next move Do I stick with the score, or get with the door Feds got the drop in the back of the Uhaul Snipers on the roof, chance of gettin´ away - too small
Tell ´em like this, "Look, it´s gonna be a shoot out Whoever make it out meet back at the new house Good luck, if I don´t see you again peace Let´s handle our business with these government police" You and you go out the front, you take the back You cover the first two and I´ll take the sack Boomer didn´t make it, neither did Stan Now it´s three niggas, splittin´ four hundred grand (aight) We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit The game is the same, ain´t nothin´ gonna stop it Most times you make it, one time you won´t All niggas could really do is have a vest under the coat (come on)
[DMX & Swizz Beatz]
The heat is on Are y´all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y´all really ready to die The heat is on Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on Huh The heat is on You know
[DMX & Swizz Beatz] The heat is on Are y´all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y´all really ready to die The heat is on Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on Huh The heat is on You know
[DMX] Me and my two mans gave money, twenty grand For a scam, they don´t get the condo in the sand And chance of gettin´ caught slim next to none But now we like three deep, need that extra gun Bump into my man, I remember from up north I remember he had principles and wasn´t nothin´ soft Off to discuss, just what´s goin´ dizzy Everybody got it? Aight, let´s get busy Run up in the bank, bitch, *woman screams* hit the deck Yo, bust money and get the keys off his neck (come here)
We on the clock, three minutes until we finished Feds are on the way, but I´m tryna see spinach In and out, duffel bag across the back Extra large sports coat to cover up the Mac Feds they attack, I spit lead out, niggas spread out Run up on a civilian in his car, make him get out
[DMX & Swizz Beatz] The heat is on Are y´all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y´all really ready to die The heat is on Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on Huh The heat is on
You know
[DMX & Swizz Beatz] The heat is on Are y´all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y´all really ready to die The heat is on Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on Huh The heat is on You know
[DMX] High speed chasin´, racin´ through the streets Death´s in the air, I can taste it through the heat
My partner´s goin´ fast, I don´t think he´s gonna last But if he don´t, I´mma hit his wife with his half But that´s the type of nigga I am, this ain´t just rappin´ I made it, he didn´t, but hey, shit happens What can I do, but go on livin´ Fleein´ from the condo, I´ll go on a ribbon Life goes on, that might sound wrong, but hey We all live by the rules of the game we play Day to day, death is a possibility The way I play is a vest stops you from killin´ me It´s too hot to be in the heat ´casue it´s on Too hot to be in the streets, so I´m gone Go back to bein´ discreet, live long ´Til one day either me or the heat is gone Come On!
[DMX & Swizz Beatz] The heat is on Are y´all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y´all really ready to die The heat is on Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on Huh The heat is on You know
[DMX & Swizz Beatz] The heat is on Are y´all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y´all really ready to die
The heat is on Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on Huh The heat is on You know The heat is on