Lyrics Heat - Common
(Common)
Yeah,
one
two.
Yeah,
where
my
nigga
Jay
Dee?
Where
ya
at?
(Yeah!)
(Oooh,
you
say
you
got
guns,
then
bring
that
shit)
what?
(You
say
you
got
ones,
then
bring
that
shit
Cause
you
need
a
lot
more
ones
and
guns
for
this)
what?
(To
get
my
man
see
we
bout
to
spit
some)
HOT
SHIT
Yeah,
one
two.
Bout
to
spit
that,
HOT
SHIT
Huh.
whoo!
Yeah.
Turn
it
down
nigga,
HOT
SHIT
Yeah.
(oooh)
Messenger
in
the
Metropolis;
+Apocalypse+
here
and
+Now+
Niggaz
know
the
ledge,
so
they
don′t
come
near
the
style
I
appear
in
clouds
on
some
heaven
to
earth
shit
Fake
niggaz
drown
the
deeper
the
verse
gets
Deep
as
a
skinny
girl's
cunt
- I
surface
with
the
purpose
To
let
y′all
niggaz
know
the
demo
Voice
is
a
instrument
that's
monumental
You
couldn't
f**k
with
the
style
if
you
was
a
nympho
Raised
in
the
temple
of
Chi,
taught
to
look
into
the
eye
I
identify
with
dobbs
and
weaves,
and
niggaz
makin
moves
That
bob
and
weave,
and
niggaz
with
jobs
on
the
side
sell
weed
I
feed
off
the
hunger
that
a
bum
or
abandoned
child
gets
Freaky,
like
Marv
Albert,
in
outfits,
by
Chaka
Givens
I
lecture
how
I
got
God
but
don′t
got
religion
Got
a
clip
for
these
niggaz
on
the
net,
sellin
my
shit
Let′s
just
say
you
Ramone
and
I'm
Spit
In
a
habitat
of
Cadillacs
and
battle
raps
And
people
that
travel
at
the
speed
of
need
Never
agree
with
the
ways
of
the
world
Cats
say
anything
- like
they
say
to
they
girl
How
you
bringin
it
when
you
sit
indian
style?
Niggaz
know
me
as
Com
it′s
time
hear
me
go
wild
With
HOT
SHIT,
yeah.
HOT
SHIT,
yeah,
one
two.
Came
to
bring
it
boy
(You
say
you
got
guns,
then
bring
that
shit
You
say
you
got
ones,
then
bring
that
shit
Cause
you
need
a
lot
more
ones
and
guns
for
this)
what?
(To
get
my
man
see
we
bout
to
spit
some)
HOT
SHIT
What?
No
doubt.
HOT
SHIT!
(Common)
Old
men
see
visions
young
men
dream
dreams
I
rock
the
planet
- recognize
- I'm
the
C.R.E.A.M.
Com
Rules
Everything
and
everything
is
How
yo′
man
pullin
yo'
weight
- he
ain′t
carryin
his
Scary
the
biz
is
like
"The
Blair
Witch
Project"
Experiment
in
rooms
on
some
bare
bitch
project
State
senators,
life
twirls,
most
sell
out
- Like
a
dread
with
a
white
girl
You
want
me
to
cypher
with
you
and
the
Gods?
I
just
did
a
show
- I'm
pursuin
these
broads
Everyone
I
ain't
tryin
to
f**k
Wanna
feel
female
presence
and
conversation
a
touch
You′ll
get
split
like
a
date
that′s
dutch
scuffed
and
scraped
up
Taped
up
for
tryin
to
say
what
- ever
you
was
about
to
say
You
rap
like
a
nigga
that's
about
to
spray
Get
a
mouth
shot,
for
openin
your
mouth
to
say
Feel
my
heat
in
the
night
- it
leaves
you
without
the
day
What
I
write
is
a
passage
for
niggaz
to
travel
through
Before
defeatin
me
- Joe,
you
better
battle
you
I
tap
into
my
own
zone
like
it′s
my
home
phone
Turn
the
cell
off
and
let
my
dome
roam
Shame
I
gotta
do
white
labels
to
keep
my
life
stable
I
write
fatal
bringin
niggaz
to
life
A
wise
man
came
in
the
thick
of
the
night
He
said
BRING
THAT
SHIT
when
you
pick
up
the
mic
I
said,
"What
shit?"
He
said
HOT
SHIT,
hot
shit,
hot
shit
(You
say
you
got
guns,
then
bring
that
shit)
uhhh
(You
say
you
got
ones,
then
bring
that
shit
Cause
you
need
a
lot
more
ones
and
guns
for
this)
uhh
(Me
and
my
man,
see
we
known
to
spit
this)
HOT
SHIT
Hot
shit,
yeah,
yeah,
uhh
What
we
spit
Jay?
(Throw
it
down
nigga)
HOT
SHIT,
uh,
yeah,
uh,
c'mon,
yeah
(keep
it
goin)
HOT
SHIT.
HOT
SHIT.
HOT
SHIT.
yeah,
boy
(keep
it
goin)
HOT
SHIT.
out
HOT.
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2 Heat
3 Cold Blooded
4 Cold Blooded
5 Dooinit
6 The Light
7 Funky For You
8 The Questions
9 The 6th Sense
10 The 6th Sense
11 A Film Called (PIMP)
12 Nag Champa (Afrodisiac For The World)
13 Thelonius
14 Payback Is A Grandmother
15 Geto Heaven Part Two
16 A Song For Assata
17 Pop’s Rap III… All My Children
18 Pops Rap III...All My Children
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