Feel The Heat ft. Th3 MatriXXX Lyrics

Where the heat is on

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Live in Miami, Where the heat is on

Swizzy

Live in Miami, Where the heat is on

Most Known Unknown

Genius

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

Back in the heat, cuz this is my song

Cause I spit fire, please ring me alarm

Yes, I'm the bomb, ready to explode

You can't beat me, using video game codes

Yes, I'm a killer, like killer D

Everywhere I go, popo's watching me

They think I'm gonna shoot, and hurt somebody

I bang like this beat, and I clap like a G

On to the club, they get my drink on

Speakers in the back, banging like King Kong

Bumpin' that biggie, and puffy that wrong

Looking at shorty, and she got it going on

Sipping on Patron, everybody get loose

Little bit tipsy, off the Grey Goose

Kittens in my hat, call me Dr. Seuss

I rep for the South, nigga, throwing up the duece

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

NY Fitted, white-tee fresh

Known for the papers, more like checks

Khaki pants on, diamonds on my neck

Cruising down Miami, city of sex

Lime green, SS, call a whip sprite

Candy paint dripping, shining like lights

Swimming in women, latex type

I strike like a snake, and I'm high like a kite

Ballin' cause I gotta, like I'm D-Wade

No double dribble to turn over the game

Many dudes lame, acting all hard

When they see the heaters, they all like, oh my God

Fierce like a savage by any cost

Treat your damn life like these words get lost

Hustle like Ross, push it to the limit

But when you see them heaters, little niggas getting timid

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

Ya'll fake niggas, trying to be real

Acting like gangsters, y'all ain't thrill

Roll with the mobsters, kill or be killed

Price on your head like a buffalo bill

Man, I got skills, and you dudes don't

No ghetto pass then your ass getting smoked

Shoot them in the throat, white-tee soaked

Light them on fire, call them pot roast

Hot like Miami, 90 degrees

Pockets stay fat, got stung by a bee

Flow like a gully, or more like a sea

Fake MC's, talk beef, Mickey D's

Y'all wanna bees, y'all need to stop

Your punchline's whack, that ain't hip hop

Like fish grease, your ass'll get popped

And I can do 80 like straight from the top

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

Feel the heat, just feel the heat

Feel the heat, just feel the heat yeah

Swiss R back

Double R back

Looney Squad back

They don't know how to act

Swiss R back

Double R back

Looney Squad back

They don't know how to act

Swiss R back

Double R back

Looney Squad back

They don't know how to act

TF back

Double R strap

Bang-a ENT!