| Yeah, I heard somebody say fire
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| Y’all want heat, here go heat, right here
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| Lyte the MC, Neb Luv, show them what heat’s got
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| Yeah, we spittin' venom in 'em, whether it’s men or women
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| I kill 'em like the? |
| and dismiss 'em at the minimum
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| I’m leavin' 'em twisted like a braid, glow like a fade
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| My lyric cut your spirit like a swiss army switchblade
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| The more in my cup, the more dangerous
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| More that I bust, they call me angel dust
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| I’m heat proof, flip a nigga off their feet
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| Then creep the streets and? |
| underneath
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| The skin off the bone, how I burn a MC
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| Stop, look and listen, and learn from me
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| I got that fi-i-i-ire, get lost and pay the cost
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| Get tossed, that’s your only option
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| You’re locked in cause I’m blockin' your oxygen
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| I’m knockin' your chin, rockin' your noggin
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| I’m rollin' with Foxx and them
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| Bitches better quit before Lyte hit, fuck what you thought
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| Niggas gettin' caught
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| Heat scorchin', torchin'
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| Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution
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| Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin'
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| Yo, fuck?
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| Heat scorchin', torchin'
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| Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution
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| Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin'
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| Yo, fuck?
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| I breathe through, bleed through
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| The track, you suckers are see-through
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| React with a mack, you’re fake, I could read through
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| Like buck, youse a soft crook
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| But look twisted and catch your heart hook
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| The street, plus my niggas gotta eat like kings
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| This chick carry heat supreme
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| ?, sinister, make you a believer
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| Conniving industry cats be lying, spying
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| On the sick chick, with them sick hits
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| No, here’s a sick tip, keep this your business
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| Music addictive, ?, voice
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| Layin' the cuts in the Royce five four
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| Flow like C4 through your door
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| Hit ya open like pores, bang baby get you on the floor
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| You know how it is when you move till your sore
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| Nothing but the bubbly, ain’t nobody poor
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| Heat scorchin', torchin'
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| Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution
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| Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin'
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| Yo, fuck?
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| Heat scorchin', torchin'
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| Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution
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| Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin'
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| Yo, fuck?
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| Burnin' MC’s at 99.9 degrees
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| With flows like these I keep 'em on they knees
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| Torturin', they sit motionless
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| After they feel the dust they can’t get with us
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| I’m razor sharp, comin' for your main artery
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| It ain’t hard for me, it ain’t hard to see this
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| Fi-i-i-ire
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| Blaze like inferno, injure internal
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| Damn right, Neb and Lyte crew will hurt you
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| Suffocate the body like heat wave we’ll work you
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| Till you’re purple, till you feel the pain
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| I’m a shine, keep it live, baby feel the flame
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| From top to bottom, cut 'em, gutter, we got 'em
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| Do 'em like the ?, leave the rest for rock and I swear
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| It ain’t no calm for us in here, we got the fi-i-i-ire nigga
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| Heat scorchin', torchin'
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| Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution
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| Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin'
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| Yo, fuck?
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| Heat scorchin', torchin'
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| Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution
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| Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin'
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| Yo, fuck? |