Thursday, February 5, 1998

Millenium: Too Hot

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul








Chorus:x2

Too hot somebody gotta pay
Don't know who but somebody gotta die today
Somebody gotta pay the price nigga
I got's to take somebodies life nigga.

Verse1:
Phone ringing 4:00 in the morn who the hell
Is this calling me on my cell
I'm on some other shit hoping nobodies dead
There's been another hit my man said
high up in the government
No questions asked just pack your
bags send your wife and your kids to your mom's
Son these niggas got bombs
Enough said I think the phone's tapped
Baby hold that full clip in the chrome gat
strapped like I'm kojak
Twenty minutes later they on a plane to Decatur
I'm on my way to Dee's house step on the elevator
Push the fourth floor sensing torture
Peeked out on the third seen some cat's from another culture
I smell death took a breath than I walked through Dee's door
He tied up in a chair with three bricks of C4
And a note saying bastard you in over your head
Quit while you ahead before you dead and things get...

Chorus:x2

Verse2:

I'm on the freeway phone call in my mind replay
Wife and kids to my moms ain't something Dee say
But hold up radio say the presidents dead
Secret service all around yet the evidence fled
It's all clear one night we drunk beer with this cat
First night in the states straight outta Iraq
His name was Zachary work in the factory right in back of me
Strange only ate fish and drank daqharis
He on some other shit politics from wayback
Said the government did him wrong
it's time for payback we just met him already asking if
we with him dee said hell no I said what we getting
He said automatic weapons messing with the big boys
The gun's for us cause he only like to play with big toys
Call my boys meet in ten seems we got a predicament
When I catch Zach I'm breaking backs and ripping ligaments.

Chorus:x2

Verse3:

It ain't nobody here I'm cocking back the tre-eight
Only one that's here is my man nickle plate nate
He dropped the low down word been around the whole town
Pass the four pound and let me know what's bout to go down
It was the night before outside of dee's door
Zach was in a cadillac with a box of C4
That's enough I need you to find zach and go tell
Him that I turned informant and i'm in the hotel
Now it's three hours later I hear a knock at the door
A foreign voice said remember me from the third floor
I recall a man in the hall didn't think you noticed me
Say the lords prayer strap on my vest and kiss my rosary
For those opposing me open the door bussing shots
I won't stop even though I see thirty red dots
It's too hot one last shot only god is my equal
Hold up he look like Dee couldn't be check out the sequel.

Chorus:x2

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