Lyrics Temperature's Rising - Mobb Deep
Yeah
Uhh,
no
doubt,
son,
word
up
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
phones
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
do
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
but
now
you're
stayin'
low
Once
in
a
blue,
I
check
to
see
how
you
doin'
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
Hopin'
to
find
who
they're
lookin'
for
but
they
want
to
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
hood
rat
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
neighborhood
snitches
They
put
up
pert
ice,
so
everybody's
pointin'
fingers
And
lyin',
aiyo
son,
the
temp
is
risin'
Temperature's
risin'
and
there's
nothin'
surprisin'
The
temperature's
risin',
huh
and
there's
nothin'
surprisin'
The
temperature's
risin',
huh
and
there's
nothin'
surprisin'
The
temperature's
risin',
there's
nothin'
surprisin'
What
up,
black?
Hold
your
head
wherever
you
at
On
the
flow
from
the
cops
or
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
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
hustle,
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
that?
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
you
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
you
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
sinks
to
the
bottom
Our
smart
police
snuck
you
out
at
the
projects,
we
got
'em
But
still,
but
still,
but
still
Temperature's
risin'
and
there's
nothin'
surprisin'
Temperature's
risin'
and
there's
nothin'
surprisin'
Temperature's
risin'
and
there's
nothin'
surprisin'
Temperature's
risin'
and
there's
nothin'
surprisin'
Temperature's
risin'
and
there's
nothin'
surprisin'
Temperature's
risin'
and
there's
nothin'
surprisin'
Temperature's
risin'
and
there's
nothin'
surprisin'
Temperature's
risin'
and
there's
nothin'
surprisin'
Surprising
Surprising
Surprising
...
1 Hit It From The Back
2 Survival of The Fittest
3 Shook Ones (Pt.2)
4 Temperature's Rising
5 Get Dealt With
6 Quiet Storm Remix
7 Keep It Thoro
8 G.O.D. (Pt. 3)
9 Hell on Earth (Front Lines)
10 Hey Luv (Anything)
11 Get Away
12 The Learning (Burn)
13 Got It Twisted
14 Real Gangstaz
15 Win Or Lose
16 Blood Money (Bonus Track)
17 Go Head
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