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Temperature's Rising (Explicit)

Mobb Deep
1995-04-254:32 minSynced lyrics

"Temperature's Rising (Explicit)" is a song by Mobb Deep, released in 1995 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:32 long and contains 85 lines and 687 words.

Lyrics

0:00Temperature's Rising - Mobb Deep
0:03Yeah
0:10Uhh no doubt son word up
0:18Word up son I heard they got you on the run
0:21For a body - now it's time to stash the guns
0:23They probably got the phones tapped so I won't speak long
0:25Gimme a hot second and I'm a put you on
0:29It's all messed up somebody snitching on the crew
0:31And word is on the street is they got pictures of you
0:34Homicide came to the crib last night six deep
0:37Axin on your whereabouts and where d'you sleep
0:40They said they just wanna question you but me and you know
0:43That once they catch you all they do is just arrest you
0:46Then arraign you hang you I don't think so
0:48It's a good thing you bounced for now just stay low
0:51Once in a blue I check to see how you're doing
0:53I know you need loot so I send it through Western Union
0:56They probably knock down the door
0:58In the middle of the night sometimes around four
1:02Hoping to find who they looking for but they won't succed
1:05All they gonna find is mad empty bags of w**d
1:07But word son you got the projects hotter than hell
1:10Harder for brothers to get they thug on but oh well
1:12Son they know too much even the hoodrat chicks
1:14Oh you heard who did what no I don't who did sh*t
1:18So stop asking then I know I'm not going crazy
1:21From windows I see lights flashing and maybe
1:23Somebody's taking pictures - and you know who that be
1:27Police lovers and neighborhood snitches
1:29They put up your sheet so everybody's pointing fingers
1:32And lying aiyyo son the temp is rising
1:35The temperature's rising no there's nothing surprising
1:41The temperature's rising huh and ain't nothing surprising
1:47The temperature's rising huh and ain't nothing surprising
1:52The temperature's rising There's nothing surprising
1:57What up black Hold your head wherever you at
1:59On the flow from the cops with wings on your back
2:02That snitch ni**a - gave police your location
2:05We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation
2:08Killer listen sh*t ain't the same without you at home
2:10Phony niggas walk around trying to be your clone
2:13They really fear you when you was at home they was pale
2:16That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail
2:19By the time you hear this rhyme you'll probably be locked up
2:21Tried to hide somewhere along the lines your plans slipped up
2:24Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back
2:27Reminisce on how I used to pick you up in the Ac
2:30Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep
2:34Wondering who snitched it got me losing lots of sleep
2:36At night you know my mouth is tight
2:38I never sang to the cops cause that sh*t ain't right
2:40Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack
2:43Damn - why the situation go down like dat
2:46It'll be a long time before the heat dies down
2:48And a - couple of years 'fore we see you around
2:52But 'til then maintain and keep your story the same
2:55The cops is grabbing wrong niggas looking for someone to blame
2:57They harrassin struggling to find the truth
3:00There's a chance ya case'll get thrown out cause they ain't got no proof
3:03To say you're guilty your fingerprints filthy
3:05Deliver - me the gun I'll tie it to a brick and throw it in the river
3:09Make sure it sinks to the bottom
3:11Police Outsmart snuck you out the projects we got them
3:13But still but still but still
3:14The temperature's rising no there's nothing surprising
3:20The temperature's rising huh and ain't nothing surprising
3:25The temperature's rising huh and ain't nothing surprising
3:31The temperature's rising There's nothing surprising
3:36The temperature's rising no there's nothing surprising
3:42The temperature's rising huh and ain't nothing surprising
3:47The temperature's rising huh and ain't nothing surprising
3:53The temperature's rising There's nothing surprising
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Temperature's Rising - Mobb Deep
Yeah
Uhh  no doubt  son  word up
Word up  son  I heard they got you on the run
For a body - now it's time to stash the guns
They probably got the phones tapped so I won't speak long
Gimme a hot second  and I'm a put you on
It's all messed up somebody snitching on the crew
And word is on the street is they got pictures of you
Homicide came to the crib last night  six deep
Axin on your whereabouts and where d'you sleep
They said they just wanna question you  but me and you know
That once they catch you  all they do is just arrest you
Then arraign you  hang you  I don't think so
It's a good thing you bounced for now just stay low
Once in a blue I check to see how you're doing
I know you need loot  so I send it through Western Union
They probably knock down the door
In the middle of the night  sometimes around four
Hoping to find who they looking for but they won't succed
All they gonna find is mad empty bags of w**d
But word son  you got the projects hotter than hell
Harder for brothers  to get they thug on but oh well
Son they know too much  even the hoodrat chicks
Oh you heard who did what  no I don't who did sh*t
So stop asking  then I know I'm not going crazy
From windows  I see lights flashing and maybe
Somebody's taking pictures - and you know who that be
Police lovers  and neighborhood snitches
They put up your sheet so everybody's pointing fingers
And lying  aiyyo son  the temp is rising
The temperature's rising  no there's nothing surprising
The temperature's rising  huh and ain't nothing surprising
The temperature's rising  huh and ain't nothing surprising
The temperature's rising  There's nothing surprising
What up black  Hold your head wherever you at
On the flow from the cops with wings on your back
That snitch ni**a - gave police your location
We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation
Killer listen  sh*t ain't the same without you at home
Phony niggas walk around trying to be your clone
They really fear you  when you was at home they was pale
That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail
By the time you hear this rhyme you'll probably be locked up
Tried to hide somewhere along the lines your plans slipped up
Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back
Reminisce on how I used to pick you up in the Ac
Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep
Wondering who snitched it got me losing lots of sleep
At night  you know my mouth is tight
I never sang to the cops cause that sh*t ain't right
Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack
Damn - why the situation go down like dat
It'll be a long time before the heat dies down
And a - couple of years 'fore we see you around
But 'til then maintain and keep your story the same
The cops is grabbing wrong niggas  looking for someone to blame
They harrassin  struggling to find the truth
There's a chance ya case'll get thrown out  cause they ain't got no proof
To say you're guilty  your fingerprints filthy
Deliver - me the gun  I'll tie it to a brick and throw it in the river
Make sure it sinks to the bottom
Police  Outsmart snuck you out the projects  we got them
But still  but still  but still
The temperature's rising  no there's nothing surprising
The temperature's rising  huh and ain't nothing surprising
The temperature's rising  huh and ain't nothing surprising
The temperature's rising  There's nothing surprising
The temperature's rising  no there's nothing surprising
The temperature's rising  huh and ain't nothing surprising
The temperature's rising  huh and ain't nothing surprising
The temperature's rising  There's nothing surprising
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