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Mobb Deep - Temperature's Rising (feat. Crystal Johnson)

[Verse 1: Havoc]
Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run
For a body - now it's time to stash the guns
They probably got the phones tapped so I won't speak long
Gimme a hot second, and I'mma put you on
It's all messed up, somebody snitching on the crew
And word is on the street is they got pictures of you
Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep
Asking on your whereabouts and where d'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 for now, just stay low
Once in a blue, I check to see how you're doing
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
Hoping to find who they looking for, but they won't succeed
All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed
But word, 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 hoodrat chicks
"Oh, you heard who did what?" No, I don't know who did shit
So stop asking, and I know I'm not going crazy
From windows, I see lights flashing and maybe
Somebody's taking pictures - you know who that be
Police lovers, and neighborhood snitches
They put up a G, so everybody's pointing fingers
And lying, aiyyo son, the temp is rising

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