2Pac — The Heat

[Intro: Stretch] (Hahahaha) Uh, yeah One time representin' for Ron G (Yeah) You know what I'm sayin'? (That's right) Thug Life in effect (baaby), 2Pac and Big Stretch [Verse 1: Stretch] Straight from the Terrordome Where my niggas packin' chrome an extra clip when it's on Never will I go left, I'm comes right, all night nigga With Ron G blessin' me with the hype nigga I punch 'em up, never gave a fuck, holdin' it down Straight catch it for you goodies then I slides up town You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave This ain't a maze, we'll leave you niggas dead in a daze [Verse 2: 2Pac] Follow me, tell me if you feel me, I think niggas is tryna kill me Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel See niggas is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches That used to be real, but now they're petrified bitches I'm tryna be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world 'til I'm gone Bitches be warned, word is bond you'll get torn I'm bustin' on Giuliani, he rubbin' my niggas wrong And then it's on, before I leave picture me I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free Watch me set it, niggas don't want it, you can get it Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it This Thug Life, nigga we don't cater to you hoes Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at ya door with .44s [Interlude: 2Pac] Hahahahaha, yeah nigga Thug Life, the waterbed, deadly combination boy Get up outta here before you get your fuckin' head shot off Or your ass peeled back, This how we do it out here on this underground Real shit nigga Watch out nigga this is '95, niggas barely stayin' alive You know what I'm sayin' outta court, Fuck what you thought Better stop thinkin' these niggas is fan Ron G ain't no mother motherfuckin' joke It's the heat nigga, now rewind this motherfucker, you know you can't help it [Verse 3: Keith Murray] Keith Murray is comin' from the North Side, leavin' everything left as it's guessed With every breath past proceed the word to death This is a Keith Murray type of D-Day, so melee Cause I got more skills than a sen-say Searchin' for the bottom my flow, you're vanished My style is still the flyest most transparent On this motherfuckin' planet I wish a nigga would try to take it for granted I'm mad as fuck and my lifestyle is shady So hey yo Big Lyte, best of three 80's You see me, you see the L.O.D Purposely psycho, so magically M.V.P. of the M.I.C. Rap industry And shit is still real, here put this shit up against your grill Niggas know my style, niggas know I'm ill Moet in the palm, flip then I stay real calm For niggas tryna false alarm uh Feel the steel in ya face as I raise the base And the pace, in ya face Punk ass bitches know what time it is with N.Y.C Niggas go purely crazy Bitch ass niggas get blasted, one, blah, catch it son Motherfuckers know directly where I'm from I'm dead serious from Long Island, represent the East Coast Nigga you get burnt like toast Cause I don't give a fuck, who don't give a fuck? We don't give a fuck, you don't give a fuck So go buck buck buck buck And duck like a chicken when I'm comin' through, bakin' you Motherfuckers know my time and they know my name And my crew, L.O.D, strictly whilin', for D U.S.A., you see Keith Murray, comin' through in the fly shit Fuck around kid, you get your wig split I don't have it, Ron G don't have it Big Lyte don't have it, when you see it don't try to grab it Cause it glitters and it's real gold Fuck what you heard, and listen to what you been told [Interlude: Keith Murray] Yeah put that shit on hold Once said piece to the L.O Death squad Waterbed My boy 2Pac, you know what I'm sayin'? Eric Skinner up in this beast Niggas got slayed on the edge you know what I'm sayin'? Eric Sermon and the death squad, y'all word up New York in this motherfucker East coast, west coast From the north south to the [Verse 4: It's Alive] Hard times but hard rhymes Then we picked up nines And after that I had gotten into a life of crime Gettin' mine stickin' laws killin' niggas in the mix I couldn't give a fuck (It's Alive!) I was never turn to tricks To stay up with my set game, bangin' when I have to Never ever fail and always down to bust the caps too At you, and that's how it went to pay the rent And up in Cali motherfuckers know I'm gettin' paper And now it's gettin' harder one times is on my tail I Judge in New York cause I don't wanna go to jail I'm lightin' up with my nigga Ron G It's the Waterbed mad, nigga can't you see? Nothing but the motherfuckin' bass in your face No more crime I'm doin' rhyme, and gettin' mine up in the place Bitches on my dick motherfucker can't survive And nigga recognize motherfucker It's Alive!