This That Heat

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Proof - Rap, Hardcore Rap

This That Heat

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[Intro: Supa Emcee & Konflict] Grimy niggas, niggas (Come on) We make motherfuckin', niggas We mix motherfuckin' Palmerolide with our mothefuckin' Hennessey nigga Nigga and act real stupid nigga Hah, hah hah hah, clownin' With a drop of bleach, bitch [Verse 1: Konflict & Supa Emcee] If your hands ain't high and your head ain't moving You must be dead or deaf 'cause we groovin' Think fast fucker but I don't dance I play the set Al Bundy with my hand in my pants Keep cooling, don't hype your felons 'Cause on the floor you can get it, I'm maniac like mics and [?] Hello, hell is low and I'm high Supa is fly, you can eat shit and die If you think otherwise, we lyrically justify [H.P. day drama?] to fuck them other guys (Yeah) I'm my skull I think of crack and bones Two of 'em a piece to let you know what crap I'm on Almighty, too frightening, flow strike tracks like lightening And destruct you [?] Fraudulent [flimsies?] I don't like 'em (Yeah) 'Cause when it's one you fools can dash like [?] (Yo, yo, yo) [Verse 2: Supa Emcee & Konflict] I push the metal like Magneto Bullets will burn holes in a fag in drag that loves to wear Speedos I pop shit plus my gun got mad recoil Me motherfucker, fuck hoes that's [evil?] and evil I don't play with the pen, I write like I fight like Van Damme, Jackie Chan or Steven Seagal At least I'm Jet Li, I beat the fuck outta punks And nigga we gon' fight when I see you Stomp you to the floor, ultimate warrior on steroids Hotter than L boy, blastin' like Metroid I bet I wet you with the cannon, you get your clique destroyed (Yeah) Face shots will make you ugly And I'm pretty boy Floyd, Scarface paranoid My mom played tricks and I'm that ghetto boy 40 Cal', smoking them purple boys I joke a lot about shit but I'm a fucking gamer toy (Yeah, yeah, c'mon) [Hook x2: Konflict] We let some thugs in it, we mix the drugs in it We throw some slugs in it, now you're leaking blood in it (This that heat) We in the club with it, get gangsta love bitches And niggas die if they ever try to fuck with it (This that heat) [Outro: Supa Emcee] It's that radical shit right here nigga We up in this bitch busting bitches in the face nigga with Moet bottles and shit nigga

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Credits

Writers
  • Supa Emcee
  • Konnie Ross
  • J Dilla
  • Almighty Dreadnaughtz