Lirik Lagu Turn The Heat Down - Spice 1
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(Spice 1)dear lord, could you please tell Luciferturn the heat down, feelin the flames of hellunderneath my feet now, the block is hotI hear the street demons callinplayin russian roulettewith thug nature, sky fallindon't wanna die broke and alone, smokin a zonewith the homies in the car strapped upwith a vest on, lord please tell Luciferhe need to turn the heat downcause I'm convinced that hell is up on these streets nowthe 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 shotnot even mommys tears cool the drama or notjust gettin hotter, my homies can't take it anymoresick and tired of bein broke stressed and poorenemies, wanna murder me at 3000 degreeswanna catch me on my paper route scoutin for cheeseturn the heat down
dear lord, can you please tell Luciferturn the heat down, I'm feelin the flames of hellunderneath my feet now, underneath my feet nowunderneath my feet now, feelin the flames of hellunderneath my feet now {repeat 1x}
(Outlawz)[verse two] {1:22}its been a long ass road, for me and my dogslate nights is cold and day times is hardand everyday is a test, and god must be the teacherhatin ass niggas, make me travel with my heaterand satan been waitin, on a nigga like mesince the day I was born homie I knew it was ondaddy gone, and now I'm left to raise myselfthe devil playin games with me, got me lustin for wealthso me and my homies went out to get it, no matter whatthe lord I know it's wrong, but somebody gettin touchedand I can feel the flame, everyday I'm in the gamemy homie died in vain, so now we ride in his nameare we goan ball or die, put it all on the lineget this money man, make 'em haters wanna shinefor makaveli, killer khadafi the princemay the lord bless your soul nigga, till the very end
dear lord, can you please t
dear lord, can you please tell Luciferturn the heat down, I'm feelin the flames of hellunderneath my feet now, underneath my feet nowunderneath my feet now, feelin the flames of hellunderneath my feet now {repeat 1x}
(Outlawz)[verse two] {1:22}its been a long ass road, for me and my dogslate nights is cold and day times is hardand everyday is a test, and god must be the teacherhatin ass niggas, make me travel with my heaterand satan been waitin, on a nigga like mesince the day I was born homie I knew it was ondaddy gone, and now I'm left to raise myselfthe devil playin games with me, got me lustin for wealthso me and my homies went out to get it, no matter whatthe lord I know it's wrong, but somebody gettin touchedand I can feel the flame, everyday I'm in the gamemy homie died in vain, so now we ride in his nameare we goan ball or die, put it all on the lineget this money man, make 'em haters wanna shinefor makaveli, killer khadafi the princemay the lord bless your soul nigga, till the very end
dear lord, can you please t
