(Prodigy and KL talking)
(P) "Yo, yo, dun, whattup, baby?"
(KL) "What's the deal, son?"
(P) "Ain't shit, man, we was just talkin' about that shit last night
That shit is crazy, right?"
(KL) "For real, son, shorty was like sixteen"
(P) "Police come skiddin' up on the sidewalk and shit, what the fuck is wrong with n***as man?"
(KL) "You seen them n***as, dun? Them n***as crazy"
(P) "Shit is hot though, they need to chill the fuck out with that, man"
(KL) "Word, it's aight though, son, we survivors in this game"

Screwball with the Mobb... times is hard on everybody boulevard.....

[Verse 1: (Poet)]
That's my word, I'm mothafuckin' stressed
It seems like life's tryin' to put me through a test
'Cause every fuckin' day it's just gettin' worse
What's worse? Might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
But no time to think about the consequences
The years in jail, fuck the death sentence
All I know is that I need mad cash in a flash
Before I gotta kill somebody ass
Might as well be in jail or dead
'Cause if you ain't gettin' paid then you ain't gettin' ahead (That's word)
Sittin' in my room with the lights out thinkin'
I'm alive, but I ain't livin', I'm leakin'
I made my bed and I'm'a lay in it
But I ain't gonna stay in it
I might start sprayin' shit
I should've stayed in school, but that's a dead issue
Fuck a G.E.D., that's like toilet tissue
All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers
Runnin' with a bunch of stupid crazy mothafuckas
N***as fuckin' their money up, n***as gettin' knocked
And jealous mothafuckas, they want the whole block
Though I could start flippin' gettin' on a mission, but I need much
More, no time for bullshittin'
N***as listen....
[Chorus (Godfather Don)]
The H-E-A-T makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a n***as blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin', n***as bust somethin'
Repeat

[Verse 2: (Prodigy)]
Yo, all I know is guns, all I do is slug
I'd rather plug you with the heater than to have you front
My life revolves around the snub Fourth
Stay gettin' those outside of New York
Bullets from the cornerstore, I'm bringin' home a arsen
Interstate 95 north to the Jackie Robinson
Watch out for D's in Caprices and Tauruses
Impalas mistaken for cops, mad nervous
Back at home sell a few burners
Keep a miz and a Seven Mil for my personal
Walk with benevolence, holdin' twin Fifths
'80's in the whip, the mini-eagle for my chick
That n***a P is sick, I need a silencer connect, see me
N***as be lyin', sellin' stories, tell it walkin'
My n***as is into drugs and extortion
Knotty head for them n***as on the night shift pumpin'
The heat is on, n***a.....
[Chorus 6x]