Aye don't call that shot
Them bodies drop
Kids playing hop scotch
Mama in the kitchen cooking in her favorite crock pot
THE HEAT DONE HIT THE BLOCK
Aye we don't wanna call this right na
Catch him at another time w his draws hanging out
He aint think we was coming this hot
Load em up
Strap em up
Safteys off
Just pack it up
We mask it up
We some masters blood
We just plan it out
Put the blue print down in the trap
Shut the noise out
Plan a
Plan b; we just sort em out
We gone see
Aye don't call that shot
Them bodies drop
Kids playing hop scotch
Mama cooking in her favorite crock pot
THE HEAT DONE HIT THE BLOCK
Ian forgot its a Saturday
He done ran out We been eye'n his spot
Got it map out
Hit his plug up
Get his drugs up
Drop the kids off
Na he in a rush
Its a road bust
Up them sticks cuz
Load them dicks up
Send the hit cuh
We don't miss thug
Body wet up
Must of left him in the truck
Police clean the drugs up
They can see the drugs
Statistic in the books
Yeah yeah it aint no love
Aye don't call that shot
Them bodies drop
Kids playing hop scotch
Mama cooking in her favorite crock pot
THE HEAT DONE HIT THE BLOCK
At funeral posted like it wasn't us
We don't give no f*ck
The devil sent us
We some thugs
Got the straps they all tuck
You can't mess w us
We some 007 Russians bloods
You need us hire us
We can pull up
We don't like to rush
We can clean it up
Leave no mess
Bodies hit the deck