Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turn the Heat Down, artist - Spice 1. Date of issue: 22.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Turn the Heat Down |
| Dear lord, could you please tell Lucifer |
| Turn the heat down, feelin the flames of hell |
| Underneath my feet now, the block is hot |
| I hear the street demons callin |
| Playin russian roulette |
| With thug nature, sky fallin |
| Don’t wanna die broke and alone, smokin a zone |
| With the homies in the car strapped up |
| With a vest on, lord please tell Lucifer |
| He need to turn the heat down |
| Cause I’m convinced that hell is up on these streets now |
| The hood is on fire, niggas comin up short (short) |
| Ashphalt burnin the sole of my jordans (jordans) |
| How long will I mourn my homies is gettin shot |
| Not even mommys tears cool the drama or not |
| Just gettin hotter, my homies can’t take it anymore |
| Sick and tired of bein broke stressed and poor |
| Enemies, wanna murder me at 3000 degrees |
| Wanna catch me on my paper route scoutin for cheese |
| Turn the heat down |
| Dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer |
| Turn the heat down, I’m feelin the flames of hell |
| Underneath my feet now, underneath my feet now |
| Underneath my feet now, feelin the flames of hell |
| Underneath my feet now |
| (Outlawz…) |
| Its been a long ass road, for me and my dogs |
| Late nights is cold and day times is hard |
| And everyday is a test, and god must be the teacher |
| Hatin ass niggas, make me travel with my heater |
| And satan been waitin, on a nigga like me |
| Since the day I was born homie I knew it was on |
| Daddy gone, and now I’m left to raise myself |
| The devil playin games with me, got me lustin for wealth |
| So me and my homies went out to get it, no matter what |
| The lord I know it’s wrong, but somebody gettin touched |
| And I can feel the flame, everyday I’m in the game |
| My homie died in vain, so now we ride in his name |
| Are we goan ball or die, put it all on the line |
| Get this money man, make 'em haters wanna shine |
| For makaveli, killer khadafi the prince |
| May the lord bless your soul nigga, till the very end |
| Dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer |
| Turn the heat down, I’m feelin the flames of hell |
| Underneath my feet now, underneath my feet now |
| Underneath my feet now, feelin the flames of hell |
| Underneath my feet now |
| Although you hate to be broke, even smoke with the folk |
| Made alot of money dropped alot on the floor |
| Did alot of shit I never done before |
| Fucked alot of hoes never paid they cardinal |
| Always blast first when it comes to this woe |
| Its in my bloodline plus my daddy done it before |
| You never seen hardtimes why you fakin it for |
| You never seen another nigga with his brains on the floor |
| I think it’s all for me to figure why you hatin me for |
| But then again I’m one of them motherfuckers that do shit broke |
| And then again I’m one of them niggas that’ll eat off the floor |
| And I got pool massive blood what you askin me for |
| And you don’t need what you think you do |
| And you don’t really wanna die but I huck you thru |
| Its gettin hotter on the streets tryin to kill who snitchin |
| And if you can’t stand the heat then get the fuck out the kitchen |
| Its gettin hotter nigga (punk ass nigga, outlawz shit bitch) |
| Dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer |
| Turn the heat down, I’m feelin the flames of hell |
| Underneath my feet now, underneath my feet now |
| Underneath my feet now, feelin the flames of hell |
| Underneath my feet now |
| Livin life hot to death we stop the press |
| Stop to, catch my breath and count who left |
| You see this black rain pourin, they wanna see us prehistoric |
| You wanna see me in the county or the corener’s |
| There’s angels with me, so I can never give up |
| Makaveli trained soldier, just aim and bust |
| From my mental that is, with a pencil that is |
| Known got a old soul like he been to the bid |
| Lil' wayne wasn’t lyin, the block is scorchin |
| What gotta kill a cop just to stop the torture |
| Watch the roads cause there really ain’t nobody to trust |
| A outlaw till I die you better ride wit us |
| We stand firm in the flame watch the face to burn |
| I get a blast from the past when the pain return |
| Dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer |
| Turn the heat down, I’m feelin the flames of hell |
| Underneath my feet now |
| Dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer |
| Turn the heat down, I’m feelin the flames of hell |
| Underneath my feet now, underneath my feet now |
| Underneath my feet now, feelin the flames of hell |
| Underneath my feet now |