Artist: Ron G f/ 2Pac, Stretch, Keith Murray & It's Alive Album: The Good, The Bad & The Ugly Song: The Heat Typed by: westbingmanson@gmail.com [Intro] [2Pac] Hahahaha [Stretch] Uh, Yeah, One time representin' for Ron G (Yeah) You know what I'm sayin'? (That's right) Thug Life in effect, 2Pac and Big Stretch [Verse 1: Stretch] Straight from the terra dome Where my niggaz packin' chrome An extra clip when its on Never will I go left, I'm comes right, all night nigga With Ron G, blessin' me, with the hype nigga I punch em up Never gave a fuck Holdin' it down Straight catch it for you goodies then I slide up town You know the flav You know i love to misbehave This ain't a maze We'll leave you niggaz dead in a daze [Verse 2: 2Pac] Follow me, tell me if you feel me I think niggaz is tryin' to kill me Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points till they drill me Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal my criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel See niggaz is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches that used to be real, but now they petrified bitches I'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world till I'm gone Bitches be warned, word is born you'll get torn I'm bustin' on Guiliani, he rubbin' my niggaz wrong And then it's on, before I leave picture me I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free Watch me set it, niggaz don't want it, you can get it Bet it make these jealous niggaz mad I said it This' Thug Life, nigga we don't cater to you hoes fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at ya do', with fo'-fo's [Interlude: 2Pac] Hahahahaha, yeah nigga Thug Life, the waterbed, deadly combination boy Get up outta here before you get your fuckin' head shot off So your ass feel better, This how we do it out here on this underground real shit nigga Watch out nigga this is '95, niggaz barely stayin' alive You know what I'm saying outta court, Fuck what you thought Better stop thinking these niggaz is fan Ron G ain't no mother motherfucking joke In the heat nigga, now rewind this motherfucker, you know you can't help it [Verse 3: Keith Murray] Keith Murray is coming from the northside, leaving everything left as it's guessed with every breath past proceed the word to death This is a Keith Murray type of D-Day, so melee Cause I got more skills than a sensay Searching for the bottom my flow, your finished My style is still the flyest most transparent on this motherfucking planet I wish a nigga would try to take it for granted I'm mad as fuck and my lifestyle is shady So hey yo Big Lyte, best of three You see me, you see the L.O.D. Purpolsley phsyco, so magically M.V.P. of the M.I.C. Rap industry And shit is still real, Here put this shit up against your grill Niggaz know my style Niggaz know I'm ill Moet in the palm Flip then I stay real calm For niggaz tryin' to force the long arm Feel the steel in ya face as I raise the base And the pace, in ya face Punk ass bitches know what time it is with N.Y.C. Niggaz go purely crazy Bitch ass niggaz get blasted One, blah, catch it son Motherfuckers know directly where I'm from I'm dead serious from Long Island Represent east coast Nigga you get burnt like toast Cause I dont give a fuck Who dont give a fuck? We dont give a fuck You dont give a fuck So go buck buck buck buck And duck like a chicken when I'm coming through, baking you Motherfuckers know my time and they know my name And my crew, L.O.D. Simply whiling, for Ron G U.S.A., you see Keith Murray, coming through in the fly shit Fuck around kid, you get your wig split I don't have it, Ron G don't have it, Big Lyte don't have it When you see it don't try to grab it Cause it glitters and its real gold Fuck what you heard, and listen to what you been told [Interlude: Keith Murray] Yea but that shit on hold One peice of the L.O. Death squad Waterbed My boy 2Pac, you know what I'm sayin'? Eric Skinner up in this beast Niggaz got slaid on the edge you know what I'm sayin'? Eric Sermon and the death squad, y'all word up New York in this motherfucker East coast, west coast from the north south to the... [Verse 4: It's Alive] Hard times but hard rhymes, then we picked up nines and after that i had gotten into a life of crime gettin' mine stickin laws killin niggaz in the mix I couldn't give a fuck I never loved them tricks to stay up with my set game, bangin when I have to never ever fail and always down to bust the caps at you and thats how it went to pay the rent and up in cali niggaz know im gettin paper and now its gettin harder one times is on my tail I head to new york cuz i don't wanna go to jail I'm lightin up with my nigga Ron G its the waterbed nigga cant you see? nothing but the motherfuckin bass in your face no more crime im doing rhyme, and gettin' mine up in the place bitches on my dick motherfucker cant survive and nigga recognise motherfucker it's alive!