| Heat Up, Heat Up
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| Jet Le, Wiley, Breeze gonna eat the beat up
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| Scratchy’s on the beat let us eat the beat up
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| Let’s get the boys that are bout to heat up
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| Roll Deeper.
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| Jet one, Jet two, Jet three
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| Jus got a strap, people guarded by me
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| But hear i got a story to tell
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| See the life of leisure child, wonderin why things so foul
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| You can 1st one, and Im gonna get the next
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| Next one will give a stone cold supplex
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| I’ma top boy, who seen alot of cold things
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| Sha-Shoot-Shot-Sharp cold tings
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| We Roll Deep but we never judge though
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| Cuz we get that cheddar but the rings still slow
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| Backwards and forwards and left, right go
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| Jus let Wiley make you get your dou
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| Row Row Row ya boat gently down the stream
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| And if you don’t want holes in ya boat
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| Don’t Roll on the Roll Deep team
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| No No No You don’t, you only Roll Deep in ya dreams
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| If that’s what your tellin me you must be my enemy
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| You ain’t heard the word on the streets
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| Well half this, half that there
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| But, nah Im not a mixed up breah
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| Hell No, not a half up here
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| They should know I fully run, don’t care
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| But I got stuff to share
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| Got a noog shot for ya old dear
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| Empty the clip, I got a few shots spare
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| I shot the Sherriff but I don’t shot gear
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| Call me chemical ali
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| Bust bare face, cop no bali
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| Cost contact, not to pali
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| Run around town, but you can’t keep a tally
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| On me, and you know what i carry
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| I don’t wanna do a big bird like larry
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| I got bad boi material
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| Stay whats good, and stick up ya aerial
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| Row Row Row ya boat gently down the stream
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| And if you don’t want holes in ya boat
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| Don’t Roll on the Roll Deep team
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| No No No You don’t, you only Roll Deep in ya dreams
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| If that’s what your tellin me you must be my enemy
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| You ain’t heard the word on the streets
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| My way now, make way for the Kingpin
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| But the jawside bash, you know I mixin
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| Scratch won’t pass what ya jinxin
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| Music in my jeans like gymsin
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| Make sure that I’m there when ya sinkin
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| Write lyrics and lyrics with out thinkin
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| Is it a long ting nah its a quik ting
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| Two swords when they hit its like, schling, schling
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| When I step into the ring its like, ding, ding
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| But the watch on my wrist is like, bling, bling
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| But the girls on my line its like ring, ring, ring, out
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| And when ya thinkin, screwin ya caught ya gash winkin
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| Shes lickin her lips, and linkin
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| Gettin big, til the other crew shrinkin
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| Row Row Row ya boat gently down the stream
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| And if you don’t want holes in ya boat
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| Don’t Roll on the Roll Deep team
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| No No No You don’t, you only Roll Deep in ya dreams
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| If that’s what your tellin me you must be my enemy
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| You ain’t heard the word on the streets
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| [TRIM}
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| I’m bad boy Trim on a bad boy ting
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| If you’re not a bad boy, dis ain’t you ting
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| If you try sittin on my skin, I leave metal in skin and take kettle again the
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| names Trim
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| I love to swing, I’ll unplug ya shin
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| Drug ya drink, fuck ya link
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| Whats.up with him
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| Boy with the .38 box wit him
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| And thats Trim cuz hes got no hair to cut with him
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| But who’s Trim, do a lift and you’ll losin
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| Keep cruisin, and I’ll, feel usin
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| Yeah he’s name’s Trim, cuz
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| He never was a trim, never gon' trim, and he begin
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| Wait.are ya listenin… LISTEEEN
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| Row Row Row ya boat gently down the stream
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| And if you don’t want holes in ya boat
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| Don’t Roll on the Roll Deep team
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| No No No You don’t, you only Roll Deep in ya dreams
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| If that’s what your tellin me you must be my enemy
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| You ain’t heard the word on the streets
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| Im the big mic man
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| I got lyrics for the gash, weed man and mash man
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| You know how we go we keep it taliban
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| Badderman, showerman, we keep it straight up golly man
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| Jawside! |
| thats what this lyric is, in ya Jawside!
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| Thats what this lyric is, no miss, jus spits, jus hold ya tight shits
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| Don’t step to this when im on a spit
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| When I’m on the spit, you want to run quick
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| They wasn’t physically fit, they wasn’t lyrically fit
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| They wasn’t wit it for the gigantic, mi antics
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| Noog shot, jawside, run away shit
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| What you think im bussin numo flows
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| Like you an them numerals
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| Nah, its a runaway ting, no one bones in, i know what i do wit jawsin
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| Row Row Row ya boat gently down the stream
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| And if you don’t want holes in ya boat
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| Don’t Roll on the Roll Deep team
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| No No No You don’t, you only Roll Deep in ya dreams
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| If that’s what your tellin me you must be my enemy
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| You ain’t heard the word on the streets |