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Текст (слова) песни: Mobb Deep - Temperatures Rising



Yeah

Uhh, no doubt, son, word up

(havoc)

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

Filled with body, now its time to stash the guns

They probably got the phone tap so I wont speak long

Gimme a half second and ima put you on

Its all messed up, somebodys 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 dyou 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 dont think so

Its a good thing you bounced but now youre 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 theyre 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 dont this shit

So stop askin, then I know Im not goin crazy

From windows I see lights flashin and maybe

Somebodys takin pictures

You know who that be, police lovers and neighbourhood snitches

They put up *? pertice? * so everybodys pointin fingers

And lyin, aiyo son, the temp is risin

Chorus:

The temperatures risin, no theres nothin surprisin

The temperatures risin, huh and nothins surprisin

The temperatures risin, huh and theres nothin surprisin

The temperatures risin (theres 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

Well chop his body up in six degrees of separation

Killer listen, shit aint 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

Thats why they wanna see you either dead or in jail

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

Tried to hussle, where along the lines your plan slipped up

Got caught up in a crime that you cant 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 aint right

Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack

Damn, why the situation go down like dat?

Itll be a long time before the heat dies down

In a couple of years, fool well 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 casell get thrown out cos they aint got no proof

To say youre guilty, your fingerprints filthy

Deliver me the gun, Ill tie two, quickly throw it in the river

Make sure its 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*

 

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