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(feat. Makeba Mooncycle) [horns honking and sirens blaring] [Timbo King] Yo, heat in the streets hot, heat in the clubs hot Heat in the pens where the thugs make it real hot Heat on your block hot, even your girl hot Heat in New York, Royal Fam got the world hot Heat in the projects, all you see is steam Undercover tight blue jeans harass teens The neighborhood is flooded with drugs, sex and violence Freeze, you have the right to remain silent Somebody got their wig pushed back, the daily news On Eastern Parkway at 4:10, divine rules The Av stays heated, smoked out, we all weeded Poppy got raw for sale, the fiends need it Claimin hot lead, burst out the clear blue We 7-30 Belleview son, we dare you Shots tear through, NYPD got 'em scared too Shorty watches through they rearview, shorty with the hair dew Susan B., niggaz call her a dollar piece Tight Parasuco's with the hot pink Wallabees Broadway, Laffeyete, block of chocolate High times, ring around the collar crime Nine millimeter shells, tag V-12's Letras de cancionesCrab females with the backseat smell [Chorus: Timbo King] Fire, we gon' bring the flames Y'all shouldn't have used our name in vain Fire, we gon' break the chains Y'all shouldn't have used our name in vain Fire, we gon' change the game Y'all shouldn't have used our name in vain Fire, we gon' bring the flames Y'all shouldn't have used our name in vain [Makeba Mooncycle] Makeba first lady Birth babies for those who enslave me and try to play me Could never really take me I'm Johnny Come Lately's Playin Donald Trump for the mic with this Are you ready to pay the price with your life in this? Mooncycles blast off like rounds from rifles I annoint poets like disciples My wisdom is better, than weapons of war I see the wetness through your pores My reward is your penalty, every flashback, a memory You could never rent me, Wisdom, God, perfect chemistry Divine seed is in me, but hoes try to trick me An Arabian Knighted me when snakes tried to bite me When I got blessed you were cursed You come right before the worst, life seconds to God Prisons to bars, my clicks rolls hard My poetry fassad, mad at the fat scientist Makeba Mooncycle the untainted [Chorus] [Timbo King] Lyrically I'm bombin fluid, bombin your unit Put 'em in funeral homes, you wait for the musical tone Dead men don't talk, they cough blood Elmer Fudd cartoon niggaz they want bud But I'm wiser, Anheiser, push, shove or push you dog, you better mush [echoes] Alaskan Freeze, ask MC's, pass the trees We burn like a million degrees [Chorus] From Letras Mania