Temperature's Rising (feat. Crystal Johnson)

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Uh, no doubt son, word up

Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run

For a body, now it's time to stash the guns

They probably got the phones tapped so I won't speak long

Gimme a hot second, and I'ma put you on

It's all messed up, somebody snitching on the crew

And word is on the street is they got pictures of you

Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep

Asking on your whereabouts and where d'you sleep

They said they just wanna question you, but 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 for now, just stay low

Once in a blue, I check to see how you're doing

I know you need loot, so I send it through Western Union

They probably knock down the door

In the middle of the night, sometimes around four

Hoping to find who they looking for, but they won't succeed

All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed

But word, 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?" No, I don't know who did shit

So stop asking, and I know I'm not going crazy

From windows, I see lights flashing and maybe

Somebody's taking pictures, you know who that be

Police lovers, and neighborhood snitches

They put up a G, so everybody's pointing fingers

And lying, aiyyo son, the temp is rising

The temperature's rising, no there's nothing surprising

The temperature's rising, huh, and ain't nothing surprising

The temperature's rising, huh, and ain't nothing surprising

The temperature's rising (there's nothing surprising)

What up, black? Hold your head wherever you at

On the flow from the cops with wings on your back

That snitch nigga, gave police your location

We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation

Killer, listen, shit ain't the same without you at home

Phony niggas walk around trying to be your clone

They really fear you, when you was at home, they was pale

That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail

By the time you hear this rhyme, you'll probably be locked up

Tried to hide, somewhere along the lines, your plans slipped up

Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back

Reminiscing how I used to pick you up in the Ac'

Years ago when we was younger

Seemed the hood took us under very deep

Wondering who snitch, it got me losing lots of sleep at night

You know my mouth is tight

I never sang to the cops 'cause that shit ain't right

Sometimes, I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack

Damn, why the situation go down like that?

It'll be a long time before the heat dies down

And a, couple of years 'fore we see you around

But 'til then, maintain and keep your story the same

The cops is grabbing wrong niggas, looking for someone to blame

They harassing, struggling to find the truth

There's a chance ya case'll get thrown out

'Cause they ain't got no proof

To say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy

Deliver me the gun, I'll tie it to a brick and throw it in the river

Make sure it sinks to the bottom

Outsmart police, snuck you out the projects, we got 'em!

But still, but still, but still

The temperature's rising, no there's nothing surprising

The temperature's rising, huh, and ain't nothing surprising

The temperature's rising, huh, and ain't nothing surprising

The temperature's rising, huh, and ain't nothing surprising

The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising

The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising

The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising

The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising

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