Yeah
What up son? I heard they got
you on the run for a body
Now it's time to stash
the gun s
They probably got the phones
tapped so I won't speak long
Give me a hot second and
I'ma put you on
It's all messed up,
somebody snitchin' on the crew
And word is on the street is they
got pictures of you
Homicide came to the crib last night,
6 deep
Askin' all your whereabouts,
I'm way too sleep
They said they just wanna question you
But me and you know,
they once they catch you
All they do is just ar rest
you, then arraign you
Hang you, I don't think so
It's a good thing you bounced
for now to stay flow
Once in, I flew,
I checked to see how you doin'
I know you need loot, so I sen t it to
Western
Union
They probably knocked down the
door in the middle of the night
Sometimes around four
Hoping to find who they looking for
But they won't succeed
All they gonna find is mad
empty bags of weed
But worse son,
you got the projects hotter than hell
Harder for brothers to
get they thug on
But oh well, son they know too much
Even the hood rat chicks
Oh you heard who did what?
No I don't know who did shit
So stop asking
And I know I'm not going crazy
From windows I see lights flashing
And maybe some body's taking pictures
You know who that be, police lovers,
and neighborhood snitches
They put up a
T -square, everybody pointin' fingers
And lyin', and yo son,
the temperature's risin'
The temperature's risin'
The temperature's risin'
The temperature's risin'
The temperature's risin'
The temperature's risin'
The temperature's risin'
The temperature rises,
the temperature rises
What up, black?
Hold your head wherever you at
On the floor from the cops with
wings on your back
That snitch nigga gave
police your location
Would chop his body up at six
degrees of separation
Killer, listen, shit ain't the same
without you at home
Phony niggas walk around
tryna be your clone
They really fear you,
when you was at home it was pale
That's why they wanna see
you either dead or in jail
By the time you hear this rhyme
you probably be locked up
Tried to hide somewhere alone,
the lines of plans slipped out
Got caught up in a crime that
you can't take back
Reminiscing how I used to pick
you up in an act
Years ago when we was younger,
seemed the hood took us under very deep
Wondering who snitching got
me losing lots of sleep at night
You know my mouth is tight,
I never sang to the cops
Cause that shit ain't right
Sometimes I stroll past the scene
of the crime and backtrack
Damn, why the situation
go down like that?
It'll be a long time before
the heat dies down
And a couple of years before
we see you around
But till then,
maintain and keep your story the same
The cops is grabbin' wrong niggas,
lookin' for someone to blame
They harassin',
strugglin' to find the truth
There's a chance the case'll
get thrown out
Cause they ain't got no
proof to say you guilty
If fingerprints filthy, deliver
Me the gun,
I tie it to a brick and throw it in the river
Make sure it sinks to the bottom
My smart police stuck you out the projects,
we got em'
But still
Timothy's rising,
it's not surprising
Timothy's rising,
it's not surprising
Timothy's rising,
it's not surprising
Timothy's rising, it's not surprising
Timothy's rising,
it's not surprising
Timothy's rising
Oh, it's rising
Rising
Rising
Timothy's rising
We know that he's rising
Rising
Rising
Rising
Rising
Rising
