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The Heat ft. Big Twins Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
Yeah, what up?
We're taking the fucking block, son
(Attention, you're going to listen to NHJr)
Pra pra-pra
Infamous, Queensbridge
I'm from the dark side (yea)
Queensbridge killers
We let the sparks fly (pra-pra-pra)
Leave your lady hugged tight (ah ah)
You talk too much and got the pigs on us
(see them niggas right there, a'ight)
Shit and ain't the first time (ah ah)
This one bitch called the cops
I had that two-time (prah)
Is nothing to a giant (yea)
I'm telling my stories, I'm not lying (what up man?)
Imma die with the hi-end (pra)
Seeing bullets flying, on the regular, yea
Same shit, never dead buddy (yea)
He took a shot to the head, from the shawty (fuck man)
My hood is still wilding (ah ah)
Everybody's broke and need thousands (yes)
Been on that hallen, had to hold that down (what?)
Twin's getting this money in and out of town
The middle man's spitting bullshit
And ain't sick
Cunts act, but they don't know shit
Fuck their fake cliques
Their idols just fuck them up
Like some cheap junk
And now they just play pretend
Smoking cig stumps
This shit keeps you awake like a coke bump
Hotter than heat pump, naive chumps get jumped
Real shit, the hot shit, the moshpit
It's that burning sensation that makes you force it boy
I see them selling their souls, the devil dressed like a hoe
The lights flicker, sweet memories when life's bitter
Triggers
Quitters, strippers, drugs, liquors
Psychos, disciples, the cycles
Milestones, my eyes closed, the sky falls
Arsonist, flames inside my eyeballs
And words colder than a brand new rifle (it's frightful)
These fake liars don't spit fire, they're just biased
Their shit's drama, no street divers, can't face giants
I see the poor getting consumed by debt
Average people getting used to that
Your boy's next
I'm steady flipping sick ideas into checks
I guess the heat is what they're missing when they're spitting this rap
I see them fragile, on the surface, when they mention a strap
Can't fake a real scar, the grind is deeper than that
Can you believe this shit homie?
Hudson and Twin Gambino
From BCY to QB baby
Queensbridge