Prime Suspects - Ride Wit My heat lyrics

[Chorus: Uzi] I gotta ride wit my layin' close on on seat That's how I'm livin', playin' tha game just like red meat I don't win, I don't eat, I'm refusin' to sleep Everyday I'm livin' life dodgin' d**h on tha street [Reapeat] [Uzi] 7 nights on a flight, dressed in black on black Catch 2 days sleep n***a & I'm back on tha set Treat ya body junkie boy, all I want is tha money You can point, snort, smoke, speed, ball & feel lovely Play it how it go I gotta get mine Duck tha law at tha same time, stick & move, f** jail time f** petty hustlin', move to big weight Nothin' less tha 12-5, I'm grossin' 50 G's everyday Sound kinda sweet but I'm livin' uncomfortable Cause my shadow spook me out, n***as plottin' on takin' me out But I been puttin' in work, so n***a deal wit me Make me paranoid, I'm uppin' them toys, my heat ridin' wit me [Prime Suspects talkin'] Seen 9-0 p**y a** n***as around this b**h jackin' 'em Have they maw dressed in all black singin' a melody around this b**h (What, f** it, where them n***as at then) What's happenin' (Man f** it, I ain't seen 'em no mo', lets take a ride down tha rode) sh** I gots some heat [Glock] f**in' well right I be spooked out I ain't trustin' on sh** That's how they find you all tha way stretched tha f** out Cause n***as always tryna get theyself repped out Tryna come up on some clout Gotta slow 'em down, get my name out cha mouth I roll wit 2 junkie fields, chrome 357 steal Throw away at will, if got murda murda k** It gets real behind my meal ticket It pays tha bills, I'm chasin' Jill Evertime I show my grill in tha field But I gotta support tha fam, can't be weak You not gonna take this from me I'm hound out like Cujo Look in my eye, tha result of hard times Got me losin' my mind, f** it, losin' my mind [New-9] I gotta ride wit my heat, smack dead on my front seat Two 9 millimeters n***a & they sqaushin' all beefs So I keep heaters on a day to day basis Cause I'm a Prime Suspect n***a That can't get around for catchin' cases So I hit Uzi & Glock on a home wit they's heads up shot Tha quarter shop hot, meat me around tha corner from tha block Yall know how it go, if it don't, then it's rocks in tha cut n***a Tha dicks, they come up You can tell 'em cause they like what's up n***a Ironically, on tha hot spot, there goes Uzi & Glock in tha cut Wit tha head stash, wit 2 macs, 2 pumps, & 2 choppers We play tha game like red meat, & if we don't win, we don't eat Put tha macs & pumps in tha trunk & tha choppers on tha back seat n***a [Prime Suspects talkin'] Respect a reall n***a (or get dealt wit n***a) I'd rather be dead than po' n***a (Just them p**y a** b**hes bout playin' wit a n***a) That's how it be happenin' ( they definately respectin' a n***a now) You know I gotta ride wit my muthaf**in' heat n***a [Chorus]