rolling with heat
Singer:roots, the
downtown everybody move to the beat
uptown everybody moving the heat
cross-town the party where both sides meet
i tattoo the page with the permanent ink
mr. rourke on your fantasy island
the umbrella in your tropical drinks
you feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brain
you only love bringing hate to the game
mistaking license for freedom
he make music for the people
while the rich is made of music
he probably driving a buick and be rocking van--?
fucking with niggas from illa fifth
see how we ran through it
rolling with the heat from bk to killer cali
the hands will fake the clapping
you softer than land o'lakes
transforming the landscape
like a sandstorm in the sahara
i do more shows than the roots to carol lewis
never play the targets of game hunters
you may want to test this product like cane smugglers
spit in your face like pistol shit
i go back like a pistol grip
spit the killer dank dialogue
pyro-maniac like dr. molotov
gots some non-believers here
this ain't got gold correct
i'll fucking bounty hunt your body like i'm boba fett
cause you a toy not a soldier yet
you better hold your neck
you dick smokers get no respect
better rock it on the screen and not the blocks
cause them crews don't stop them shots
i'm from the south side of philly
it's known to get gruesome
heavy hitter villians these alleyways produce them
heavy hitter on a pocket we find a way to juice them
introducing the b-to l-a see me the king splitter
then analyze the taste in your mouth
if you are paper thin i'm a tear you
i'm a come take care of you put a part in your hairdo
you barking like i'm a starting to scare you
but speak up like a man nigga so your body guards can hear you