| Dear lord, could you please tell Lucifer
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| Turn the heat down, feelin the flames of hell
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| Underneath my feet now, the block is hot
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| I hear the street demons callin
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| Playin russian roulette
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| With thug nature, sky fallin
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| Don’t wanna die broke and alone, smokin a zone
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| With the homies in the car strapped up
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| With a vest on, lord please tell Lucifer
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| He need to turn the heat down
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| Cause I’m convinced that hell is up on these streets now
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| The hood is on fire, niggas comin up short (short)
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| Ashphalt burnin the sole of my jordans (jordans)
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| How long will I mourn my homies is gettin shot
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| Not even mommys tears cool the drama or not
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| Just gettin hotter, my homies can’t take it anymore
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| Sick and tired of bein broke stressed and poor
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| Enemies, wanna murder me at 3000 degrees
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| Wanna catch me on my paper route scoutin for cheese
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| Turn the heat down
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| Dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer
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| Turn the heat down, I’m feelin the flames of hell
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| Underneath my feet now, underneath my feet now
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| Underneath my feet now, feelin the flames of hell
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| Underneath my feet now
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| (Outlawz…)
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| Its been a long ass road, for me and my dogs
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| Late nights is cold and day times is hard
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| And everyday is a test, and god must be the teacher
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| Hatin ass niggas, make me travel with my heater
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| And satan been waitin, on a nigga like me
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| Since the day I was born homie I knew it was on
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| Daddy gone, and now I’m left to raise myself
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| The devil playin games with me, got me lustin for wealth
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| So me and my homies went out to get it, no matter what
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| The lord I know it’s wrong, but somebody gettin touched
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| And I can feel the flame, everyday I’m in the game
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| My homie died in vain, so now we ride in his name
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| Are we goan ball or die, put it all on the line
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| Get this money man, make 'em haters wanna shine
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| For makaveli, killer khadafi the prince
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| May the lord bless your soul nigga, till the very end
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| Dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer
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| Turn the heat down, I’m feelin the flames of hell
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| Underneath my feet now, underneath my feet now
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| Underneath my feet now, feelin the flames of hell
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| Underneath my feet now
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| Although you hate to be broke, even smoke with the folk
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| Made alot of money dropped alot on the floor
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| Did alot of shit I never done before
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| Fucked alot of hoes never paid they cardinal
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| Always blast first when it comes to this woe
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| Its in my bloodline plus my daddy done it before
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| You never seen hardtimes why you fakin it for
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| You never seen another nigga with his brains on the floor
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| I think it’s all for me to figure why you hatin me for
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| But then again I’m one of them motherfuckers that do shit broke
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| And then again I’m one of them niggas that’ll eat off the floor
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| And I got pool massive blood what you askin me for
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| And you don’t need what you think you do
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| And you don’t really wanna die but I huck you thru
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| Its gettin hotter on the streets tryin to kill who snitchin
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| And if you can’t stand the heat then get the fuck out the kitchen
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| Its gettin hotter nigga (punk ass nigga, outlawz shit bitch)
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| Dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer
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| Turn the heat down, I’m feelin the flames of hell
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| Underneath my feet now, underneath my feet now
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| Underneath my feet now, feelin the flames of hell
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| Underneath my feet now
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| Livin life hot to death we stop the press
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| Stop to, catch my breath and count who left
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| You see this black rain pourin, they wanna see us prehistoric
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| You wanna see me in the county or the corener’s
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| There’s angels with me, so I can never give up
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| Makaveli trained soldier, just aim and bust
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| From my mental that is, with a pencil that is
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| Known got a old soul like he been to the bid
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| Lil' wayne wasn’t lyin, the block is scorchin
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| What gotta kill a cop just to stop the torture
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| Watch the roads cause there really ain’t nobody to trust
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| A outlaw till I die you better ride wit us
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| We stand firm in the flame watch the face to burn
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| I get a blast from the past when the pain return
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| Dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer
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| Turn the heat down, I’m feelin the flames of hell
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| Underneath my feet now
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| Dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer
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| Turn the heat down, I’m feelin the flames of hell
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| Underneath my feet now, underneath my feet now
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| Underneath my feet now, feelin the flames of hell
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| Underneath my feet now |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turn Da Heat Down, artist - Spice 1. Album song Life After Jive, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп