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[Common]
Yeah, one two..
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what?
(You say you got ones, then bring that shit
cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT
Yeah, one two..
Bout to spit that, HOT SHIT
Huh.. whoo! Yeah..
Turn it down nigga, HOT SHIT
Yeah.. (oooh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggaz know the ledge, so they don’t come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth shit
Fake niggaz drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl’s cunt – I surface with the purpose
to let y’all niggaz know the demo
Voice is a instrument that’s monumental
You couldn’t fuck with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin moves
that bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don’t got religion
Got a clip for these niggaz on the net, sellin my shit
Let’s just say you Ramone and I’m Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle raps
and people that travel at the speed of need
Never agree with the ways of the world
Cats say anything – like they say to they girl
How you bringin it when you sit indian style?
Niggaz know me as Com it’s time hear me go wild
with HOT SHIT, yeah..
HOT SHIT, yeah, one two..
Came to bring it boy

(You say you got guns, then bring that shit
You say you got ones, then bring that shit
cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT
What? No doubt.. HOT SHIT!

[Common]
Old men see visions young men dream dreams
I rock the planet – recognize – I’m the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules Everything and everything is
How yo’ man pullin yo’ weight – he ain’t carryin his
Scary the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch project
State senators, life twirls, most sell out
– like a dread with a white girl
You want me to cypher with you and the Gods?
I just did a show – I’m pursuin these broads
Everyone I ain’t tryin to fuck
Wanna feel female presence and conversation a touch
You’ll get split like a date that’s dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for tryin to say what – ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that’s about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for openin your mouth to say
feel my heat in the night – it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggaz to travel through
Before defeatin me – Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like it’s my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringin niggaz to life
A wise man came in the thick of the night
He said BRING THAT SHIT when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit

(You say you got guns, then bring that shit) uhhh
(You say you got ones, then bring that shit
cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh
(me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT SHIT
Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh
What we spit Jay? (Throw it down nigga)
HOT SHIT, uh, yeah, uh, c’mon, yeah (keep it goin)
HOT SHIT..
HOT SHIT..
HOT SHIT.. yeah, boy (keep it goin)
HOT SHIT.. out
HOT..

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Heat (Letra)

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Absolute Feat/Kelly Price & Cha Cha
12′ Extended Version

[Cha Cha]
Cha Cha, ah
I got you heated in the 400
A slow moment with a payback, sure want it
Ain’t gon’ run it ‘till I gain the feathers gon’ wit it
Ain’t gonna split it ‘till you thinkin’ that you gon’ hit it
But don’t get it, try to kick it in again
Maybe then you tryin’ to win
Bishop blaze the track and I just made you get hot again
Ain’t it amazin’, noon-time hotter than Cajun
All occasions, Absolute’s absolutely blazin’

[Kelly Price]
1 – I feel your heat
When your body’s close to mine
When you look into my eyes
Even when you’re on my mind
Baby, I feel
I feel your heat
When you’re laying next to me
Baby, when I hear you speak
Even when I feel the need
And you’re not around

[Absolute]
Temperature been rising
Girl, it’s not surprising
Really got me going with your sexual thing

Emotions I am feeling
I need your body’s healing
To touch me if you wanna
Girl, you’re blowin’ my mind

Repeat 1

Baby don’t you wanna
Cuz I really wanna
Feel your body swinging while we’re doin’ our thing
The heat has got me sizzlin’
The sweat has got you glistenin’
The rhythm’s got you movin’ to the sound of
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Repeat 1

[Cha Cha]
So hot I make ya sizzle when I go one-ten it
We’ll just floss a little
Pop the cork and let it fizz a little
Hope to get a little, after we gig’ a little
But then we’re playa’s for years and still they hit the middle
Adrenaline pumpin’ for somthin’ in the heat of the moment
I see that you want it, play hard to get
To keep it from owing it up to yabyum
You have plenty, not to condone it
It’s a difference in makin’ me heated and makin’ me want it

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

[K.Price]
I feel your heat
[Absolute]
I get so hot I just can’t believe
How I feel when you’re next to me
It’s impossible not to see
So baby tell me, can you feel the heat?

[K.Price]
I feel your heat
[Absolute]
I get so hot I just can’t believe
How I feel when you’re next to me
It’s impossible not to see
So baby tell me, can you feel the heat?

Heat (Letra)

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When the rats are running
And the boys are gunning
For heads on a tin plate —
You can hear the footfall
Softly in the back yard.
And the black jack is called
Face up on the last card.

You’d better call your witness
In your dirty business.
Trop tard sera le cri.
Better run while you can —
Better set the tall sail.
Better make deep cover
Before the boys have you nailed.

There’s just one chance to get away —
I’ll catch up with you another day.
I’ll close my eyes and count to ten
And come right after you again.

Grab your credit cards —
Cash in on your resources.
Take your passport from the drawer,
Don’t stop to change the horses.

Get out of the heat.

Now can you feel the pressure?
Have you got the measure
Of being a wanted man?
Cold drink in your hand —
Hot sweat on your brow.
And there’s no understanding
Going to help you now.

Grab your credit cards —
Cash in on your resources.
Take your passport from the drawer,
Don’t stop to change the horses.
Notify all parties
Of an earlier vacation.
No use trying to board the train
After it’s left the station.

Get out of the heat.

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If i could live for 100 years
Still i couldn’t understand my fears
Never had the time or an easy ride
Kicking up the noise of a suicide
And i see the heat coming down
Heat coming round feels like i’m coming on
Seen what i’ve seen and it’s gone
But i don’t know
But i don’t know
Yeah i don’t know
Tell me what you’re saying
All these things i’ve been praying
Tell me what you’re saying
All these things i’ve been praying
Tell me what you’re saying
All these things i’ve been praying
Tell me what you’re saying
All these things i’ve been praying

Heat (Letra)

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Let me lay waste with gentle persuasion
Let me lay down
To sweat in the heat
On the back of beyond we laugh at all reason
And in the light of it all
There’s no need to retreat
And the heat comes down
And the heat comes down
And hand in hand
We melt in the heat
We melt in the heat
We melt in the heat
We melt in the heat

Save for the asking forture favours the brave
Let me take strength
From the child in your eyes
And between the lines we dance into the mirror
And a grateful embrace
Layes in wait for the sun to rise

And the heat comes down
And the heat comes down
And hand in hand
We melt in the heat
We melt in the heat
We melt in the heat
We melt in the heat

Please don’t take it hard when
I give myself to you
And love will come easy
When you deign to swallow my pride
Before i ever touch your lips
You promise the very earth to me
And tender hearts and broken down
When you take me deep inside

And the heat comes down
And the heat comes down
And hand in hand
We melt in the heat
We melt in the heat
We melt in the heat
We melt in the heat
We melt in the heat
We melt in the heat
We melt in the heat
Melt in the heat

Heat (Letra)

R.E.M.

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Uh yeah yeah
(gunshots)
Uh…grrrrrrrrr…uh…hot!
Uh..arf arf arf..

Chorus :
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 oonnnnn
Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on high
The heat is on, you know

Verse one:
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 getting 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 niggaz, splitin’ four hundred grand (aight)
We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit,
The game is the same and nothin gonna stop it
Most times you make it one time you won’t
All a nigga could really do is have a vest under the coat (come on)

Chorus 2x

Verse two:
Me and my two mans gave money twenty grand
For a scam they don’t get the condo in the sand
And chances of gettin’ caught slim next to none
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 with disgust just was slow and 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 mintues until we finished
Feds are on the way, but i’m tryin to see spinach
In and out duffle bag across the back
Extra large sports coat to cover up the mack
Feds they attack, i spit lead out niggaz spread out
Run up on a civilian in his car, made him get out

Chorus 2x

Verse three:
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
And if he don’t, i’ma 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 ain’t shit happens
What can i do, but go on livin’
Fleein’ from the condo, i go on a ribbon
Life goes on, that might sound wrong but heeyyy
We all live by the rules of the game we play
Day to day, death is a possibility
The way i play is a fist stops you from killin’ me
It’s too hot to be in the heat cuz it’s on
Too hot to be in the streets so i’m gone
Go back to being discreet live long
Til one day, either me or the heat is gone
Come on!

Chorus 2x

Heat (Letra)

Ms Dynamite

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Uh yeah yeah
(gunshots)
Uh…grrrrrrrrr…uh…hot!
Uh..arf arf arf..

Chorus :
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 oonnnnn
Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on high
The heat is on, you know

Verse one:
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 getting 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 niggaz, splitin’ four hundred grand (aight)
We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit,
The game is the same and nothin gonna stop it
Most times you make it one time you won’t
All a nigga could really do is have a vest under the coat (come on)

Chorus 2x

Verse two:
Me and my two mans gave money twenty grand
For a scam they don’t get the condo in the sand
And chances of gettin’ caught slim next to none
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 with disgust just was slow and 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 mintues until we finished
Feds are on the way, but I’m tryin to see spinach
In and out duffle bag across the back
Extra large sports coat to cover up the mack
Feds they attack, I spit lead out niggaz spread out
Run up on a civilian in his car, made him get out

Chorus 2x

Verse three:
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
And if he don’t, I’ma 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 ain’t shit happens
What can I do, but go on livin’
Fleein’ from the condo, I go on a ribbon
Life goes on, that might sound wrong but heeyyy
We all live by the rules of the game we play
Day to day, death is a possibility
The way I play is a fist stops you from killin’ me
It’s too hot to be in the heat cuz it’s on
Too hot to be in the streets so I’m gone
Go back to being discreet live long
Til one day, either me or the heat is gone
Come On!

Chorus 2x

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[Common]
Yeah, one two..
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what?
(You say you got ones, then bring that shit
cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT
Yeah, one two..
Bout to spit that, HOT SHIT
Huh.. whoo! Yeah..
Turn it down nigga, HOT SHIT
Yeah.. (oooh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggaz know the ledge, so they don’t come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth shit
Fake niggaz drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl’s cunt – I surface with the purpose
to let y’all niggaz know the demo
Voice is a instrument that’s monumental
You couldn’t fuck with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin moves
that bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don’t got religion
Got a clip for these niggaz on the net, sellin my shit
Let’s just say you Ramone and I’m Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle raps
and people that travel at the speed of need
Never agree with the ways of the world
Cats say anything – like they say to they girl
How you bringin it when you sit indian style?
Niggaz know me as Com it’s time hear me go wild
with HOT SHIT, yeah..
HOT SHIT, yeah, one two..
Came to bring it boy

(You say you got guns, then bring that shit
You say you got ones, then bring that shit
cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT
What? No doubt.. HOT SHIT!

[Common]
Old men see visions young men dream dreams
I rock the planet – recognize – I’m the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules Everything and everything is
How yo’ man pullin yo’ weight – he ain’t carryin his
Scary the biz is like ‘The Blair Witch Project’
Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch project
State senators, life twirls, most sell out
– like a dread with a white girl
You want me to cypher with you and the Gods?
I just did a show – I’m pursuin these broads
Everyone I ain’t tryin to fuck
Wanna feel female presence and conversation a touch
You’ll get split like a date that’s dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for tryin to say what – ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that’s about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for openin your mouth to say
feel my heat in the night – it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggaz to travel through
Before defeatin me – Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like it’s my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringin niggaz to life
A wise man came in the thick of the night
He said BRING THAT SHIT when you pick up the mic
I said, ‘What shit?’
He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit

(You say you got guns, then bring that shit) uhhh
(You say you got ones, then bring that shit
cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh
(me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT SHIT
Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh
What we spit Jay? (Throw it down nigga)
HOT SHIT, uh, yeah, uh, c’mon, yeah (keep it goin)
HOT SHIT..
HOT SHIT..
HOT SHIT.. yeah, boy (keep it goin)
HOT SHIT.. out
HOT..

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[Skit]
“Aye you want some of this shit”
“Naw, I don’t want that shit”
“I don’t give a fuck, I don’t play dat shit”
“And I’m fin’nin to buss a cap in a nigga”
“Man SHUT the fuck up”
“Slow down, slow down, slow down”
“You see that brick house right there”
“That’s the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up”
“I’ma get in the other car”
“Aight” [a car revs up]
[gunshots]

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If there’s beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin
To me I’ll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There’s no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don’t care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court
I’ll kill you – I ain’t playin, hear what I’m sayin, homie I ain’t playin
Catch you slippin, I’ma kill you – I ain’t playin, hear what I’m sayin,
homie I ain’t playin

[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I’m candy till ya fuckin skull get popped
And ya brain hop out the top like Jack-in-da-box (yeah!)
In the hood summer time is the killing season (wooh!)
It’s hot out this bitch that’s a good ‘nuff reason
I’ve seen gangsta’s get religious when they start bleedin
Sayin “Lord, Jesus Help Me” cause they ass leakin
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God’s on ya side, shit I’m aight wit that
Cause we gonna reload them clips and come right back
It’s a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look nigga, don’t think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain’t good
If you was smart you’d be shook of me
Cuz I’d get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look
for me

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can’t wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they’ll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I’m down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, I’m happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I’ve been in I’m by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin’nin to get get shot it won’t do ‘em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones’ll still fuckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain’t the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
After the fist fights it’s gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
If you don’t wanna get shot I suggest you don’t go testin me (testin me)
All the wrong I’ve done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)
Fin’nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)

Yeah, haha, aye Dre
You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, haha ha ha

Heat (Letra)

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Verse 1.
My nine stay full of them hollows, 17 in the clip
Bitch, thats more you can swallow i dont follow motherfuckers
around all the time im a leader and them shells for that tre
pound that would bleed ya, maybe have your ass
leaking,my music is big blowing throgh your speakers
bitch, Im j-Streetz im one of the greatest, bitches know
i aint playing im spraying your house and your basements
your cars and your vases,motherfuckers stuck on streetz
stay off his ballz and stay off his meat the one the
only motherfucking j-streetz.

Chrous X2
When you see j-streetz you know he got his heat, stay
chopping, popping,and dropping these beatz.

Verse 2.
My heat stay on my waist knowing that me and my bitch dont play, we hit the club together
we stay in bars im on the freeway with me my nigga will spray and he aint no human
talking shit motherfucker you talking like you stupid or something motherfucker watch out we busting
and dumping.