Temperature's Rising (feat. Crystal Johnson)

Yeah

Uh-huh, no doubt shorty, word up

What 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

Give me a hot second and I'ma 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 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'll check to see how you're doin'

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

They'd 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 Hell

Harder for brothers to get they thug on, but oh well

Son, they know too much, even the hood-rat chicks

Oh, you heard who did what?

No, I don't know who did shit, so stop askin'

And 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 a G, so everybody's pointin' fingers

And lyin', ayo son, the temp is rising

Temperature's rising

And it's nothing surprising

The temperature's rising, ha

And it is nothing surprising

The temperature's rising, uh

And it's nothing surprising

The temperature's rising (Rising)

What up Black?

Hold your head wherever you at

On the flow from the cops with wings on your back

That snitch **** gave police your location

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

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

Phony **** walk around, tryna 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 prolly be locked up

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

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

Reminiscin' how I used to pick you up in the AC

Years ago when we was younger

Seems the hood took us under very deep

Wonderin' who snitched has got me losin' 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 till then, maintain and keep your story the same

The cops is grabbin' wrong ****, lookin' for someone to blame

They harrassin', strugglin' to find the truth

There's a chance your 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

Temperature's rising

And there's nothing surprising

The temperature's rising

And there's nothing surprising

Temperature's rising

And there's nothing surprising

Temperature's rising

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And there's nothing surprising

Temperature's rising

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