Mobb Deep - Temperature'S Rising lyrics

Yeah

Uhh, no doubt, son, word up

(Havoc)

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

Filled with body, now it's time to stash the guns

They probably got the phone tap so I won't speak long

Gimme a half second and I'ma put you on

It's all messed up, somebody's 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

axin on your whereabouts, so where d'you sleep?

They said they just wanna question you bet 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 but now you're stayin low

Once in a blue I check ta see how ya doin

I know you need loot so I send it thru Western Union

They probably knock down the door

in the middle of the night, sometimes around four

Hopin to find who they're lookin for but they want ta see

All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed

But worse, 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 and why I don't this shit

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 neighbourhood snitches

They put up *?pertice?* so everybody's pointin fingers

and lyin, aiyo son, the temp is risin

Chorus:

The temperature's risin, no there's nothin surprisin

The temperature's risin, huh and nothin's surprisin

The temperature's risin, huh and there's nothin surprisin

The temperature's risin (There's nothin surprisin)

(Prodigy)

What up, black? Hold your head wherever you at

On the flow from the cops or wings on your backs

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 tryin to be your clone

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

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

By the time you hear this rhyme you probably be locked up

tried to hide,some where along the lines your plan slipped up

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

Reminisce on how I use to pick you up in the Ac

Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep

Wonderin who snitched and got me losin lots of sleep

at night, you know my mouth is tight

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

Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack

Damn, why the situation go down like dat?

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

In a couple of years, fool we'll see you around

But til then maintain and keep ya story the same

The cops is grabbin wrong niggas, lookin for someone to blame

They harrassin, strugglin to find the truth

Is it a chance ya case'll get thrown out cos they ain't got no proof

To say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy

Deliver me the gun, I'll tie two, quickly throw it in the river

Make sure it's safe to the bottom

Our smart police snuck you out at the projects, we got em

But still, but still, but still......

Chorus x3

(Surprisin)

*repeat to fade*