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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