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mobb deep - temperature's rising (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[havoc]
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’mma put you on
it’s all messed up somebody snitchin on the crew
and word is on the street is they got pictures of you
homicide came to the crib last night, six deep
askin’ 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 doin
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
hopin to find who they lookin 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 h-ll
harder for brothers, to get they 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 sh-t!
so stop askin, then i know i’m not goin crazy
from windows, i see lights flashin and maybe
somebody’s takin’ pictures – you know who that be
police lovers, and neighborhood snitches
they put up your sheet so everybody’s pointin fingers
and lyin, aiyyo son, the temp is risin

[hook: crystal johnson]
rising, and it’s not surprising (x4)

[prodigy]
what up black? hold your head wherever you at
on the flow from the cops with wings on your back
that snitch cat – gave police your location
we’ll chop his body up in six degrees of separation
yo listen, sh-t ain’t the same without you at home
holiday n-ggas walk around tryin 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
reminisce on how i used to pick you up in the ac
years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep
wonderin who snitched it got me losin lots of sleep
at night, you know my mouth is tight
i never sang to the cops cause that just ain’t right
sometimes i stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack
d-mn – how did kids let it go down like that?
it’ll be a long time before the temperature drops
out in new york, me and your older blood got it locked
keep your brain sane, as i turn the next page
young n-ggas packing macs, acting triple they age
and they blasting: probably won’t reach the age of twenty
telling n-ggas slow down, they start looking at you funny
hard to tell who’s the enemy
the next man or the man next to me
p, no man is a friend of me
as far as i see, when you get home, somewhere in the year two-g now the whole entire world look differently
you see, a n-gga struck with reality, painfully
word up

[hook: crystal johnson]

- mobb deep

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