First Degree - Heatas lyrics

(First Degree): The evil that men do got me servin' heaters Morphin' them body bleeders into believers Had these b**hes bringin' me cleavage and cannibis-sativa Big leaguers, wide receivers, we quivers off malt liters So lead us to the cheap sh**, got more close so I could reach it Need it in the jungle, humble man gone too soon, wasn't ready for the rumble So I disperse my seasoning, pleasing when I get to reasoning Like soul cleaner, when did it, when did it get to heatin' up? f**, f**, another f**, f** the b**h and they stuck f** till they brains stuffed, then changed they demeanor After sticking in vagina Turn a perfect stranger into my part time personal rump ranger Workin' the night shift, temporary employment, ya mind says fight it But your emotions is delighted And thats what runs you sensitive b**hes and n***as Get ran for a loop, my heat is a muthaf**, First Degree Oh First Degree so bound to the city Sittin' high lookin' down next up to the climax Stayin' deliciously loaded, quit my fry, Mr. Hot burnin' flesh Got that THC marinatin' in my chest, that stays I guess So I'm approachin' this light sh**, and heatin' it beautiful I'ma tokin' this wide stick, hittin' plentiful Huh, huh, huh, tryna make my dollar (Polo): I got somethin' for your mask This sh** here is hard to swallow Could be hazardous to your health Fully equipped to leave your insides hollow Ziplock lips and listen I'm on a mission, switchin' positions In case of accidental consumption Dilute with 2 cups of milk and contact your physician Heated and hanged, who am I? Trigger Man, suspect number one I let loose, do not induce vomiting, or you throwing up your lung Dialing 9-1-1, it's flammable, uncontainable You die by the superfly when I spy, flip and grip, changeable Specially formulated to have all costs regulated And also the ones that participated in playing b**h games And plain playa hatin' 5 foot 6", sick hogg and all about mines Dead bodies don't talk, k** 'em, tape and chalk So if you fall short....flatline n***a, when you near give me adequate ventilation Avoid physical contact and inhalation Facial premeditation can lead to skin and eye irritation Does that exlude a b**h, Boot town boot up, shoot up sh** Never water based, straight laced to your face With no nurse or first aid chase, no after taste Now brace yourself for the hand that rocks the cradle n***a them conversations lead to sticky situations that sometimes turn fatal Hogg translation: Blew yay up straight with this heated a**ociation Illustrations Picture yourself in a body bag wearin' them closed casket decorations I got a house full of heaters and liters of gas to light up that a** And it's mandatory, too short for long conversation No pre-animation, no nuts, no glory, no witness, no story Makin' derogatory statements with my stainless Slugs with names signed in blood, individuals stuffed up the an*s Dangerous, aimin' for your body Almost definitely pull that for hand to hand combat karate It's some a that southern young fool (P-Folk): Now what's up? I look in the rearview mirror Chevy Astro van's suspicious Usin' my brain, beware of the game Suspects might be thinkin' I'm fakin' It's a habit to be caught with and without Reachin' up under my seat to grab my piece And the chamber done gauged a round Turn a beat down, put it in first gear, slow pace Thinkin' that I might be paranoid Effects from the filthy re-chronic blunt that I just smoked with my boys Sped ahead, hogg check, all red til' I'm dead And I'll be damned if these n***as try to make me, P-Folk, brake bread I'm tied up to it, I'm dread Like it said 'you live by the sword, you die by the sword' These n***as don't know they got a one way ticket home to the Lord So bullets will spray, be up and out the situation And since it's a jack move, my objective is I gotta take 'em Roll 'em outta the mainstream How they warped thinkin' they been ejected all up in my section Make a left down El Cord, toward northern direction Viewer discretion, preparation for a justified homicide These n***as know they ain't no friend of mine, (check they self) Caught up at a red light Grippin' this trilli, thug from Hollis with nuthin' to prove Come here ruge, enemies hoppin' up out the low, P-Folks refuse to lose Split ones wig with the zig, evidently he didn't see my third eye The second suspect tried to hit P-Folk from the blind side Exchangin' round for round, look like a match, the lead sped out the strap One enemy down, two enemies gone, hollow point penetration to the back The villain defeated, the driver retreated and his partna leaded Jack got cracked in the mask, for sho' I'm heated (Lynch): They told me to get my heat, so I got mine Them muthaf**as done made they hit Now we only got the mini Mack in the trunk, sawed off pump and the .45th Confident that we handle funk like muthaf**in' g's So all you b**hes and snitches get ditches when my trigger finger itches It's viscous, for some reason I'm still in that season All them other muthaf**as done left, smother muthaf**as to d**h Other muthaf**as done slept long Hit off the kryptonite and get gone Hit 'em up two in the dome, visit your funeral home alone Had love for them once when this sh** got grim k**in' me softly, it's costly, check the chin, hit the Henn and then bend One dial 1-800 Old Gold And you picture me surrounded by fifty pounds of brown meat Grade A beef, it ain't cheap I got that sh** that'll make them weak minds upchuck Upchuck your guts and I'll have your nuts, wa**up? You was locked down, so I f**ed your b**h Gave you that syphilis dick, looped the music, made slick throats slit Trump tight murder on sight, split ya dome, hit ya home at night Move in the dark with infer-red light You die, then I'mma do your wife I'ma leave you hangin' on your doorstep Have your wife a** bu*t naked, razor blade razed from the a** to the neck