Testo Turn da Heat Down - Spice 1
Testo della canzone Turn da Heat Down (Spice 1), tratta dall'album Greatest Hits vol. 1
Dear Lord, could you please tell Lucifer turn the heat down
I'm feelin' the flames of hell underneath my feet now
The block is hot, I hear the street demons calling
Playing Russian Roulette with thug nature, sky falling
Don't wanna die broke and alone, smoking a zone
With the homies in the car strapped up with the 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 coming up shortin'
Asphalt burning the soul of my Jordan's
How long will I mourn, my homies is getting shot
Not even mommy's tears cool the drama or not
It's getting hotter, my homies can't take it no more
Sick and tired of being broke, stressed and poor
Enemies, wanna burn me at 3000 degrees
Wanna catch me on my paper route scouting for cheese
Turn the heat down
Dear Lord, could 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
Feeling the flames of hell underneath my feet now
Dear Lord, could 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
Feeling the flames of hell underneath my feet now
It's 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 waiting 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 playing games with me, got me lusting for wealth
So me and my homies went out to get it, no matter what
Dear Lord, I know it's wrong but somebody get in touch
And I can feel the flames, everyday I'm in the game
My homie died in vain, so now we ride in his name
And we gon' ball or die, put it all on the line
Get this money mayne, make 'em hate us when we shine
From Makaveli, Killa Kadafi to Prince
May the Lord bless your soul nigga, till the very end
Dear Lord, could 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
Feeling the flames of hell underneath my feet now
Dear Lord, could 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
Feeling the flames of hell underneath my feet now
I felt your hate before, even spoke with the foe
Made a lot of money, dropped a lot on the floor
Did a lot of shit I never done before
Fucked a lot of hoes, never paid they car loan
Always blast first when it comes to this war
It's in my bloodline, plus my daddy done it before
You never seen hard times, why you fakin' it for?
You never seen another nigga with his brains on the floor
I think it's hard for me to figure why you hatin' me for
But then again I'm one of the motherfuckers who do shit for
And then again I'm one of the niggas that'll eat off the floor
And I got Bull Master Blood, what you asking me for?
And you don't need what you think you do
And you don't really wanna die but I'll help you through
It's getting hotter on the streets, we tryin' to kill who snitchin'
And if you can't stand the heat then get the fuck out the kitchen
It's getting hotter nigga
Punk ass nigga
Outlaw shit bitch
Dear Lord, could 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
Feeling the flames of hell underneath my feet now
Dear Lord, could 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
Feeling the flames of hell underneath my feet now
Living life hot to death, we stop to 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 coroner
The 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
Nob' got a old soul like he been to the pen'
Lil' Wayne wasn't lyin', the block is scorchin'
What we gotta kill a cop just to stop the torture?
Watch the vultures, there really ain't nobody to trust
An outlaw till I die, you better ride with us
We stand firm in the flame, forced to face the 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 feeling the flames of hell underneath my feet now
Dear Lord, could 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
Feeling the flames of hell underneath my feet now
Dear Lord, could 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
Feeling the flames of hell underneath my feet now
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Writer(s): Derrick Johnson
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