Temperature's Rising (feat. Crystal Johnson)

Yeah Uh, no doubt son, word up 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'ma 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 The temperature's rising, no there's nothing surprising The temperature's rising, huh, and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising, huh, and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising (there's nothing surprising) What up, black? Hold your head wherever you at On the flow from the cops with wings on your back That snitch nigga, gave police your location We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation Killer, listen, shit ain't the same without you at home Phony niggas walk around trying to be your clone They really fear you, when you was at home, they was pale That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail By the time you hear this rhyme, you'll probably be locked up Tried to hide, somewhere along the lines, your plans slipped up Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back Reminiscing how I used to pick you up in the Ac' Years ago when we was younger Seemed the hood took us under very deep Wondering who snitch, it got me losing lots of sleep at night You know my mouth is tight I never sang to the cops 'cause that shit ain't right Sometimes, I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack Damn, why the situation go down like that? It'll be a long time before the heat dies down And a, couple of years 'fore we see you around But 'til then, maintain and keep your story the same The cops is grabbing wrong niggas, looking for someone to blame They harassing, struggling to find the truth There's a chance ya case'll get thrown out 'Cause they ain't got no proof To say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy Deliver me the gun, I'll tie it to a brick and throw it in the river Make sure it sinks to the bottom Outsmart police, snuck you out the projects, we got 'em! But still, but still, but still The temperature's rising, no there's nothing surprising The temperature's rising, huh, and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising, huh, and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising, huh, and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising Surprising