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the heat - 2pac lyrics

[intro: stretch]
(hahahaha)
uh, yeah
one time representin’ for ron g (yeah)
you know what i’m sayin’? (that’s right)
thug life in effect (baaby), 2pac and big stretch

[verse 1: stretch]
straight from the terrordome
where my n-ggas packin’ chrome an extra clip when it’s on
never will i go left, i’m comes right, all night n-gga
with ron g blessin’ me with the hype n-gga
i punch ’em up, never gave a f-ck, holdin’ it down
straight catch it for you goodies then i slides up town
you know the flave, you know i love to misbehave
this ain’t a maze, we’ll leave you n-ggas dead in a daze

[verse 2: 2pac]
follow me, tell me if you feel me, i think n-ggas is tryna k!ll me
picturin’ pistols, spittin’ hollow points ’til they drill me
keepin’ it real, and even if i do conceal
my criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin’ steel
see n-ggas is false, sittin’ in court, turned snitches
that used to be real, but now they’re petrified b-tches
i’m tryna be strong, they sendin’ armies out to bomb me
listen to ron, the only dj that can calm me
constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
i’m trapped in the storm, and f-ck the world ’til i’m gone
b-tches be warned, word is bond you’ll get torn
i’m bustin’ on giuliani, he rubbin’ my n-ggas wrong
and then it’s on, before i leave picture me
i’m spittin’ at punk b-tches and hustlin’ to be free
watch me set it, n-ggas don’t want it, you can get it
bet it make these jealous n-ggas mad i said it
this thug life, n-gga we don’t cater to you hoes
f-ck with me, have a hundred motherf-ckers at ya door with .44s

[interlude: 2pac]
hahahahaha, yeah n-gga
thug life, the waterbed, deadly combination boy
get up outta here before you get your f-ckin’ head shot off
or your -ss peeled back, this how we do it out here on this underground
real sh-t n-gga
watch out n-gga this is ’95, n-ggas barely stayin’ alive
you know what i’m sayin’ outta court, f-ck what you thought
better stop thinkin’ these n-ggas is fan
ron g ain’t no mother motherf-ckin’ joke
it’s the heat n-gga, now rewind this motherf-cker, you know you can’t help it

[verse 3: keith murray]
keith murray is comin’ from the north side, leavin’ everything left as it’s guessed
with every breath past proceed the word to death
this is a keith murray type of d-day, so melee
cause i got more sk!lls than a sen-say
searchin’ for the bottom my flow, you’re vanished
my style is still the flyest most transparent
on this motherf-ckin’ planet
i wish a n-gga would try to take it for granted
i’m mad as f-ck and my lifestyle is shady
so hey yo big lyte, best of three 80’s
you see me, you see the l.o.d
purposely psycho, so magically
m.v.p. of the m.i.c. rap industry
and sh-t is still real, here put this sh-t up against your grill
n-ggas know my style, n-ggas know i’m ill
moet in the palm, flip then i stay real calm
for n-ggas tryna false alarm uh
feel the steel in ya face as i raise the base
and the pace, in ya face
punk -ss b-tches know what time it is with n.y.c
n-ggas go purely crazy
b-tch -ss n-ggas get blasted, one, blah, catch it son
motherf-ckers know directly where i’m from
i’m dead serious from long island, represent the east coast
n-gga you get burnt like toast
cause i don’t give a f-ck, who don’t give a f-ck?
we don’t give a f-ck, you don’t give a f-ck
so go buck buck buck buck
and duck like a chicken when i’m comin’ through, bakin’ you
motherf-ckers know my time and they know my name
and my crew, l.o.d, strictly whilin’, for d
u.s.a., you see
keith murray, comin’ through in the fly sh-t
f-ck around kid, you get your wig split
i don’t have it, ron g don’t have it
big lyte don’t have it, when you see it don’t try to grab it
cause it glitters and it’s real gold
f-ck what you heard, and listen to what you been told

[interlude: keith murray]
yeah put that sh-t on hold
once said piece to the l.o
death squad
waterbed
my boy 2pac, you know what i’m sayin’?
eric skinner up in this beast
n-ggas got slayed on the edge you know what i’m sayin’?
eric sermon and the death squad, y’all word up
new york in this motherf-cker
east coast, west coast
from the north south to the

[verse 4: it’s alive]
hard times but hard rhymes
then we picked up nines
and after that i had gotten into a life of crime
gettin’ mine stickin’ laws k!llin’ n-ggas in the mix
i couldn’t give a f-ck (it’s alive!) i was never turn to tricks
to stay up with my set game, bangin’ when i have to
never ever fail and always down to bust the caps too
at you, and that’s how it went to pay the rent
and up in cali motherf-ckers know i’m gettin’ paper
and now it’s gettin’ harder one times is on my tail
i judge in new york cause i don’t wanna go to jail
i’m lightin’ up with my n-gga ron g
it’s the waterbed mad, n-gga can’t you see?
nothing but the motherf-ckin’ b-ss in your face
no more crime i’m doin’ rhyme, and gettin’ mine up in the place
b-tches on my d-ck motherf-cker can’t survive
and n-gga recognize motherf-cker it’s alive!

- 2pac lyrics

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