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Mobb Deep

Genres: Hip-Hop

Temperature's Rising [lp Version] Lyrics - 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? 

 

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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' 

 

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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' 

 

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