The Heat Is On - Screwball

Written by：Screwball

Yo yo dun whattup baby

What's the deal son

Ain't sh*t man we was just talking about that sh*t last night

That sh*t is crazy right

For real son shorty was like sixteen

Police come skidding up on the sidewalk and sh*t what the f**k is

Wrong with n**gas man

Sh*t is hot though they need to chill the f**k out with that man

Word it's alight though son we subversive in this game

Screwball with the mobb times is hard on everybody boulevard

That's my word I'm mothaf**king stressed

It seems like life's trying to put me through a test

Cause every f**king day it's just getting worse

What's worse might go out die hard and end up in a hearse

But no time to think about the consequences

The years in jail f**k the death sentence

All I know is that I need mad cash in a flash

Before I gotta kill somebody a**

Might as well be in jail or dead

Cause if you ain't getting paid then you ain't getting ahead

That's

Word

Sitting in my room with the lights out thinking

I'm alive but I ain't living I'm leaking

I made my bed and I'm a lay in it

But I ain't gonna stay in it

I might start spraying sh*t

I should've stayed in school but that's a dead issue

F**k a g e d that's like toilet tissue

All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers

Running with a bunch of stupid crazy mothaf**kas

N**gas f**king their money up n**gas getting knocked

And jealous mothaf**k as they want the whole block

Though I could start flipping getting on a mission but I need much

More no time for bullsh*tting

N**gas listen

The h e a t makes me crazy

I wanna bust something figures touch something

The heat is on got a n**gas blood rushing

I wanna touch something n**gas bust something

The h e a t makes me crazy

I wanna bust something figures touch something

The heat is on got a n**gas blood rushing

I wanna touch something n**gas bust something

Yo all I know is guns all I do is slug

I'd rather plug you with the heater than to have you front

My life revolves around the snub fourth

Stay getting those outside of New York

Bullets from the corner store I'm bringing home a arisen

Interstate 95 north to the Jackie Robinson

Watch out for d's in caprices in Tauruses

Security guards mistaken as cops mad nervous

Back at home sell a few burners

Keep a miz and a seven mil for my personal

Walk with benevolence holding twin fifths

380's in the whip a mini eagle for my chick

That n**ga p is sick I need a silencer connect see me

N**gas be lying telling stories tell it walking

My n**gas is into *** and extortion

Knotty head for them n**gas on the night shift pumping

The h e a t makes me crazy

I wanna bust something figures touch something

The heat is on got a n**gas blood rushing

I wanna touch something n**gas bust something

The h e a t makes me crazy

I wanna bust something figures touch something

The heat is on got a n**gas blood rushing

I wanna touch something n**gas bust something

The h e a t makes me crazy

I wanna bust something figures touch something

The heat is on got a n**gas blood rushing

I wanna touch something n**gas bust something

The h e a t makes me crazy

I wanna bust something figures touch something

The heat is on got a n**gas blood rushing

I wanna touch something n**gas bust something