Hit you with the heat is that what you really want? What you really want is that what you really want? We hit you with the heat is that what you really
to make it official Hollow heads make him an issue, makin 'em hit you Feel the force of a real nigga in this My niggaz'll tear the club up [Chorus] [Royce Da
imbosiles still really think y'all real Just because ya bust a gat don't mean you keepin' it real Yo, I'm ill wit' the heat and I'm ill wit' the pill
to domes though ozone Thousands of bodies bein' found around me Bottles of bud and double-U-double E-D N9ne milla rhyme killa Fuck wit me I'll take that bust of myron D And throw 'em
'em, made me how to do a 187 (187) wit ah Mac trench, or reactin like you really wanna know what's happen, down wit bucka, yall wit me strap, and dusta
I'm sneezin', wit' hundred dollar bills Foes I'm squeezin', breezin' Through your nearest town wit' the frown expression Those Bronx streets left a lastin' impression Now think about this, imagine Cru rhymers
em know Gotta let em know "l-o-u, i-e-ville slugga" (repeat 2x) [louieville] Batter's up! 'ville slugga, clap wit originoo gun wun Starang
m making the street pop, I'll be back on the block, Strapped wit a heat rock, Hit ya wit a banger, like a beef in the detox, Look, she be makin every
need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters Yea yea bitch Ya muthafucking biter Cock and, squeeze, bust Dirty dozen don't fuck wit us Detroit niggaz roll deep Hold heat
out out) But you need to put some gum in your mouth (hell yes) Cause before I hear you rhyme or you get a beat from Quik Shyheim Da Kid Yo yo this
still really think y'all real Just because ya bust a gat don't mean you keepin' it real Yo, I'm ill wit' the heat, and I'm ill wit' the pill On the street
throwin up sevens When we rock hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens Us and crews clash no more we built it from poor Me and Royce hit and restore
a world premiere Trina, talk to 'em [Chorus] Pick it up You don't wanna see me heated y'all (pick it up) You don't wanna see me heated y'all (pick it
A busta, you musta been fuckin on drugs and alcohol back off, all a y'all, up against the wall Spread 'em, Doggs, go get 'em Hand-cuff 'em and stuff 'em, cold shed 'em
you need to put some gum in your mouth (hell yes) Cause before I hear you rhyme or you get a beat from Quik [Shyheim Da Kid] Yo yo this Shyheim, and
you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters yea yea bitch ya muthaphukkin biter Cock And, Squeeze, Bust Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us Detroit niggaz roll deep hold heat
stinkin ass [Busta Rhymes] Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too Fuckin wit you, makin your