Hit Em Wit Da Heat Lyrics

Flipmode Squad - Hit Em Wit Da Heat Lyrics

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Hit Em Wit Da Heat Lyrics

[Rampage]

Yeah, Lieutenant what!

Yeah, motherfucka 

It's Flipmode

Yeah yeah, spliff, check it out, uh



[Rampage]

Ramp, I've been ill since back in the days

Rockin' shell-toed Addidas with rags for my waves

Flipmode be the unit now I'm playin' for the Braves

I'm hardcore nigga that's straight from the gutter 

I used to play scully plus, hot peas and butta

Now I'm the nigga that's runnin' in your baby motha

Burgundy Ac, you can call me Ramp Lova

And now I'm toppin' pokey with my Louisville slugger



[Baby Sham]

My Squad is sick niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped

Get your wig pushed back, I react and snap 

Like Kodak, these cats get the picture

Put on level black suede Timbs and come and get ya

My target is your feature 

we all sport hoods like grim reapers

We shine in the dark blink of an eye the last spark

Get closed up, first thug nigga hold up 

21st side see me rounding it up



Chorus: Busta Rhymes



See when we come through we got nuf shit to flaunt

Got u feelin' it and your cousin even your aunt

violate, we coming like ghost we gonna haunt

Hit you with the heat is that what you really want?

What you really want is that what you really want?

We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?

What you really want is that what you really want?

we hit you with the heat is that what you really want?



[Spliff Star]

Y'all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it doubt it

All that murder talk, gun talk, you talk, I'm 'bout it 'bout it

Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision 

P-Y-P nigga play your position

I fuck up this game and make the ref' blow the whistle 

My squad be the official, clique in this rap shit

Diss me on the record and watch, you get your ass kicked

Catch me on Church Ave, flickin blunt ashes



[Rah Digga]

Crazy, thinkin I can't rock buttas

Wont take shit without no type floders

Hectic, Rah on the ill dialect shit

Deliveries harder then girls in obstectrics

Ready to stay on 

Smoother then rayon

Takin' out niggas and all they liaisons 

Mu'fuckas, black out season 

Publishing resume steady increasing



Chorus



[Lord Have Mercy]

Shanghai, Shanghai

New sheriff in town

Rock America's crown and hang 'em high

Who bangin' a fist full? 

Brandishing pistols

Pearl handles with the, family initials

Uh-uh, 24 karat gold variuos slow

Uh-uh, planet gets cold, get damaged for dough

Uh-uh!, Savages off balance and blow traveling slow

Uh-uh!, in effect mode, y'all niggas know it



[Busta Rhymes]

Sayonara, send my rivals, slam a guy, 

Be damned if I

Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed 

Stay payed, rock shit made in ultra suede 

Switch blade yo wack act back to first grade 

Even if y'all never seen us you know y'all need us

Suck my penis from here to muthafucking venus

Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back 

Imagining me ending your world like Deep Impact

Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot

Yeah people, come inside of your dance and done that



Chorus 2x



[Busta Rhymes]

Fuckin' y'all up

Flipmode forever

Stays focused

Pay Attention

Pay Attention...*fades to phone interlude*