Massive Heat

Lyrics

[Intro: Peter Gunz] Uh (PG) [Verse 1: Peter Gunz] I walk holdin' my balls about an inch from the wall Keep bitches hypnotized as if my name was Biggie Smalls Your girl's a dime dipper, nigga keep her head locked Trust Gunz with your wife? Motherfucker bet not Sleep on Peter G, please don't ever doubt it From here to New Orleans, I'll improve da 'bout it 'bout it From the days of doin' Michael, to the days of bein' jailed Clash with the thoughts that kept my fresh mind stale [Bridge: Peter Gunz] Now, who you know, with a New York flow That keeps a broad respect from California like I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg? [Verse 2: Peter Gunz] Well, I'm Pete gunny Gunz For plenty ammo ammo Shove this pipe in yo wife And watch her voice hit soprano I got rhymes, cock nine Just shits not a gimmick That nigga that raps about it But he'd do it in a minute Got schemes that'll break yo wealth Break yo health You see me comin' nigga Just, break yourself, (break yourself) Got Bronx Tales like De Niro The girl call me, "Hero" Bust her kids in the mouth in a 15-0-0 Playas play on Hatas hate on Put my weight on Hit yo bitch off And then I skate on Lay on, me and my man lawless Too broad, for you niggas to fuck with Niggas can't touch this Try to rush this? Fuck out of here... (you know what I'm sayin'?) [Chorus: Sticky Fingaz] This is for my niggas holdin' down the street Sellin' drums hand to hand under massive heat 'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do So if you that type of nigga, then this shit's for you All my gun slingin' niggas from L.A. to New York Who ain't havin' it, let the pistols spray then we talk 'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do So if you that type of nigga then this shit's for you [Verse 3: Kurupt] You just a facsimile You 'bout to get that ass taxed This is simple And beat with bats I got a little somethin' somethin' For all you cats And all you fleas And all MC's, (all y'all) Midnight dark Cock back the spark It starts sparkin' Til' everything's dark And I know where them niggas is at There they go Gettin' hit like, "Where the homies at? Where they go?" Yeah nigga Y'all left alone in the zone Where heads are flown back Both blown then it's on We're terrorists, governmental Tight and gigantic Titanium, subterraneum Titanic, it's all loose Vanish and run 'em down, (what?!) Peter gunnin' 'em down Full pound, full round Tariq, snatch the pockets of his pants Rob a fringah, (what?!) That's what you get For fucking with niggas with Sticky Fingaz, (yeah, yeah) I thought about it (uhuh?) And naw, I don't doubt it Might get us But don't fuck with us [Verse 4: Peter Gunz] Gunz (7x) Movin' and groovin' And showin' *fades* Ay yo I blast in the door Everybody get the fuck down Anybody move is gettin' bucked down Kurupt pull the truck round Blindfold gag these niggas Grab these niggas They move, bodybag these niggas That's when they start bitchin' Like, "He said it", and "He said it" What the funny shit about it? (yo) They both gettin' deaded (hah!) Where you headed? It's a lot fish You might see the Titanic It is gigantic But you're dead nigga In five minutes [Verse 5: Lord Tariq] Ay yo, I bust him in his mouth I give a new meaning to "Bite the bullet" If he flinch, I won't think I react, and just pull it Got the tank 22, full clip Cock back into yo neck Silly you I'm killin' you You gettin' blessed by the L-O Say hello, to my big partner Yo with this heavy metal I'ma rock ya I clear yo fuckin' block ya, bring your guns Ya bring your goons And I'm killin' all 9 of y'all motherfuckers [Chorus: Sticky Fingaz] This is for my niggas holdin' down the street Sellin' drums hand to hand under massive heat 'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do So if you that type of nigga, then this shit's for you All my gun slingin' niggas from L.A. to New York Who ain't havin' it, let the pistols spray then we talk 'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do So if you that type of nigga then this shit's for you [Verse 6: Lord Tariq] Ay yo I see 9 niggas I got 9 shots, I gots to stay low Niggas know me, from Robbin' spots Better get my rec on I got my vest on My shit is reinforced Thick enough to stop Teflon They got about a key In the corner They sittin' in a 3 In a quarter Unaware of the manslaughter So I approach the man The keys to the cars, cash and coke "Get the fuck on the floor Or get smoked!" motherfucker! Starin' at the trees on my trucker Jumped in the 3, I hit a bruptner I must'a been doin' about 80 Some niggas gave chase in a Mercedes I'm laughin', (hahaha!) My nine start blastin' Six to the chest For being swift with the tongue High-strung, now you use a garbage bag for a lung You can't fuck with a gun I've been in this game since '81 Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz, y'all done [Chorus: Sticky Fingaz] This is for my niggas holdin' down the street Sellin' drums hand to hand under massive heat 'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do So if you that type of nigga, then this shit's for you All my gun slingin' niggas from L.A. to New York Who ain't havin' it, let the pistols spray then we talk 'Cause a nigga got to do what he gots to do So if you that type of nigga then this shit's for you