Heat Lyrics - Singles - Lady Jay Dee

[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 fuck 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 fuck 

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...