Текст песни Turn da Heat Down - Spice 1
(Spice
1)
[Verse
one]
{:
14}
Dear
lord,
could
you
please
tell
Lucifer
Turn
the
heat
down,
feelin
the
flames
of
hell
Underneath
my
feet
now,
the
block
is
hot
I
hear
the
street
demons
callin
Playin
russian
roulette
With
thug
nature,
sky
fallin
Don't
wanna
die
broke
and
alone,
smokin
a
zone
With
the
homies
in
the
car
strapped
up
With
a
vest
on,
lord
please
tell
Lucifer
He
need
to
turn
the
heat
down
Cause
I'm
convinced
that
hell
is
up
on
these
streets
now
The
hood
is
on
fire,
niggas
comin
up
short
(short)
Ashphalt
burnin
the
sole
of
my
jordans
(jordans)
How
long
will
I
mourn
my
homies
is
gettin
shot
Not
even
mommys
tears
cool
the
drama
or
not
Just
gettin
hotter,
my
homies
can't
take
it
anymore
Sick
and
tired
of
bein
broke
stressed
and
poor
Enemies,
wanna
murder
me
at
3000
degrees
Wanna
catch
me
on
my
paper
route
scoutin
for
cheese
Turn
the
heat
down
[Chorus]
{1:
01}
Dear
lord,
can
you
please
tell
Lucifer
Turn
the
heat
down,
I'm
feelin
the
flames
of
hell
Underneath
my
feet
now,
underneath
my
feet
now
Underneath
my
feet
now,
feelin
the
flames
of
hell
Underneath
my
feet
now
{repeat
1x}
(Outlawz...)
[Verse
two]
{1:
22}
Its
been
a
long
ass
road,
for
me
and
my
dogs
Late
nights
is
cold
and
day
times
is
hard
And
everyday
is
a
test,
and
god
must
be
the
teacher
Hatin
ass
niggas,
make
me
travel
with
my
heater
And
satan
been
waitin,
on
a
nigga
like
me
Since
the
day
I
was
born
homie
I
knew
it
was
on
Daddy
gone,
and
now
I'm
left
to
raise
myself
The
devil
playin
games
with
me,
got
me
lustin
for
wealth
So
me
and
my
homies
went
out
to
get
it,
no
matter
what
The
lord
I
know
it's
wrong,
but
somebody
gettin
touched
And
I
can
feel
the
flame,
everyday
I'm
in
the
game
My
homie
died
in
vain,
so
now
we
ride
in
his
name
Are
we
goan
ball
or
die,
put
it
all
on
the
line
Get
this
money
man,
make
'em
haters
wanna
shine
For
makaveli,
killer
khadafi
the
prince
May
the
lord
bless
your
soul
nigga,
till
the
very
end
[Chorus]
{2:
10}
Dear
lord,
can
you
please
tell
Lucifer
Turn
the
heat
down,
I'm
feelin
the
flames
of
hell
Underneath
my
feet
now,
underneath
my
feet
now
Underneath
my
feet
now,
feelin
the
flames
of
hell
Underneath
my
feet
now
{repeat
1x}
[Verse
three]
{2:
30}
Although
you
hate
to
be
broke,
even
smoke
with
the
folk
Made
alot
of
money
dropped
alot
on
the
floor
Did
alot
of
shit
I
never
done
before
Fucked
alot
of
hoes
never
paid
they
cardinal
Always
blast
first
when
it
comes
to
this
woe
Its
in
my
bloodline
plus
my
daddy
done
it
before
You
never
seen
hardtimes
why
you
fakin
it
for
You
never
seen
another
nigga
with
his
brains
on
the
floor
I
think
it's
all
for
me
to
figure
why
you
hatin
me
for
But
then
again
I'm
one
of
them
motherfuckers
that
do
shit
broke
And
then
again
I'm
one
of
them
niggas
that'll
eat
off
the
floor
And
I
got
pool
massive
blood
what
you
askin
me
for
And
you
don't
need
what
you
think
you
do
And
you
don't
really
wanna
die
but
I
huck
you
thru
Its
gettin
hotter
on
the
streets
tryin
to
kill
who
snitchin
And
if
you
can't
stand
the
heat
then
get
the
fuck
out
the
kitchen
Its
gettin
hotter
nigga
(punk
ass
nigga,
outlawz
shit
bitch)
[Chorus]
{3:
18}
Dear
lord,
can
you
please
tell
Lucifer
Turn
the
heat
down,
I'm
feelin
the
flames
of
hell
Underneath
my
feet
now,
underneath
my
feet
now
Underneath
my
feet
now,
feelin
the
flames
of
hell
Underneath
my
feet
now
{repeat
1x}
[Verse
four]
{3:
39}
Livin
life
hot
to
death
we
stop
the
press
Stop
to,
catch
my
breath
and
count
who
left
You
see
this
black
rain
pourin,
they
wanna
see
us
prehistoric
You
wanna
see
me
in
the
county
or
the
corener's
There's
angels
with
me,
so
I
can
never
give
up
Makaveli
trained
soldier,
just
aim
and
bust
From
my
mental
that
is,
with
a
pencil
that
is
Known
got
a
old
soul
like
he
been
to
the
bid
Lil'
wayne
wasnt
lyin,
the
block
is
scorchin
What
gotta
kill
a
cop
just
to
stop
the
torture
Watch
the
roads
cause
there
really
aint
nobody
to
trust
A
outlaw
till
I
die
you
better
ride
wit
us
We
stand
firm
in
the
flame
watch
the
face
to
burn
I
get
a
blast
from
the
past
when
the
pain
return
Dear
lord,
can
you
please
tell
Lucifer
Turn
the
heat
down,
I'm
feelin
the
flames
of
hell
Underneath
my
feet
now
[Chorus]
{4:
26}
Dear
lord,
can
you
please
tell
Lucifer
Turn
the
heat
down,
I'm
feelin
the
flames
of
hell
Underneath
my
feet
now,
underneath
my
feet
now
Underneath
my
feet
now,
feelin
the
flames
of
hell
Underneath
my
feet
now
{repeat
1x}

1 187 Proof
2 Trigga Gots No Heart
3 Jealous Got Me Strapped
4 The Thug In Me
5 1990-Sick
6 Welcome To The Ghetto
7 Strap On The Side
8 187 He Wrote
9 Playa Man
10 That's the Way Life Goes
11 The Murda Show
12 Ain't No Love
13 Face Of A Desperate Man
14 187 Pure
15 Dumpin' 'Em In Ditches
16 They Just Don't Know
17 Mobbin'
18 Ni**A Sings the Blues
19 East Bay Gangsta
20 Spiceberg Slim
21 Murder Man Dance
22 Ni@@az Like Us
23 Touch Me / Feel Me / Smell Me
24 No One Else
25 Gangbang Music
26 G.A.M.E.
27 You Got Me Fu@#ed Up
28 Ride Or Die
29 Playa Pieces
30 My Life
31 Ride 4 Me
32 Can't Stop Us
33 Chocolate Philly
34 Turn da Heat Down
35 I Ain't Scared
36 Thug World
37 Revenge
38 Do Better
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