FIRE
(FIIIIIRE!)
What we speak fuego for the street
You can't keep from the
(FIIIIRE)
Feel the heat creep on your feet
You can't sleep on the
(FIIIRE)
Outta hand
Must be mad cos you'll never be as bad as this
(FIIIRE)
Call your man, Call your fam
But understand we about to bring the
I got a rage raw, feelin caged like a stray
Stick your nose in my life I'm gon' erase yours
I leave these lames sore, real sour
My main war, make sure none these fucks retain power (Ever)
Still in the mix of this ridiculousness
I'm equipped to resist any of these tricks that you slip
You're at risk if you bitch-made
I spit like a switchblade
(GET PAID)
Then duck from the fuckries like quick lays (I'm)
(FIIIIIRE!)
What we speak fuego for the street
You can't keep from the
(FIIIIRE)
Feel the heat creep on your feet
You can't sleep on the
(FIIIRE)
Outta hand
Must be mad cos you'll never be as bad as this
(FIIIRE)
Call your man, Call your fam
But understand we about to bring the
Fire, fire lit it now let it burn
Mya Jama, when will I get a turn
Writer, rapper man is hot I'm michael dappah, pad the locks and hide the masses
Crack the rock And light the ashes
Ok I might be a lot, mostly it's firey hot
Even if it's not, I glide in the spot
Most days I fry in the pot, bath and dive in a thot, flame inside and I cock, aim
And fire my shot... (POW)
(FIIIIIRE!)
What we speak fuego for the street
You can't keep from the
(FIIIIRE)
Feel the heat creep on your feet
You can't sleep on the
(FIIIRE)
Outta hand
Must be mad cos you'll never be as bad as this
(FIIIRE)
Call your man, Call your fam
But understand we about to bring the
They wanna try an define crazy
KAO, Baby! I been on a decline lately (Lately?)
Refined lazy, lookin like a revised Shady
Son of Sam, wondering when he might take me (Soon)
Ain' headin' home alone you better hold ya tone
I'll be Karl Malone and roll up in your zone
Deliver any weather, it's gon be regrettable
When you get leathered by some breddas that definitely your betters!
(FIIIIIRE!)
What we speak fuego for the street
You can't keep from the
(FIIIIRE)
Feel the heat creep on your feet
You can't sleep on the
(FIIIRE)
Outta hand
Must be mad cos you'll never be as bad as this
(FIIIRE)
Call your man, Call your fam
But understand we about to bring the
What we speak fuego for the street
You can't keep from the
(FIIIIRE)
Feel the heat creep on your feet
You can't sleep on the
(FIIIRE)
Outta hand
Must be mad cos you'll never be as bad as this
(FIIIRE)
Call your man, Call your fam
But understand we about to bring the
I got a rage raw, feelin caged like a stray
Stick your nose in my life I'm gon' erase yours
I leave these lames sore, real sour
My main war, make sure none these fucks retain power (Ever)
Still in the mix of this ridiculousness
I'm equipped to resist any of these tricks that you slip
You're at risk if you bitch-made
I spit like a switchblade
(GET PAID)
Then duck from the fuckries like quick lays (I'm)
(FIIIIIRE!)
What we speak fuego for the street
You can't keep from the
(FIIIIRE)
Feel the heat creep on your feet
You can't sleep on the
(FIIIRE)
Outta hand
Must be mad cos you'll never be as bad as this
(FIIIRE)
Call your man, Call your fam
But understand we about to bring the
Fire, fire lit it now let it burn
Mya Jama, when will I get a turn
Writer, rapper man is hot I'm michael dappah, pad the locks and hide the masses
Crack the rock And light the ashes
Ok I might be a lot, mostly it's firey hot
Even if it's not, I glide in the spot
Most days I fry in the pot, bath and dive in a thot, flame inside and I cock, aim
And fire my shot... (POW)
(FIIIIIRE!)
What we speak fuego for the street
You can't keep from the
(FIIIIRE)
Feel the heat creep on your feet
You can't sleep on the
(FIIIRE)
Outta hand
Must be mad cos you'll never be as bad as this
(FIIIRE)
Call your man, Call your fam
But understand we about to bring the
They wanna try an define crazy
KAO, Baby! I been on a decline lately (Lately?)
Refined lazy, lookin like a revised Shady
Son of Sam, wondering when he might take me (Soon)
Ain' headin' home alone you better hold ya tone
I'll be Karl Malone and roll up in your zone
Deliver any weather, it's gon be regrettable
When you get leathered by some breddas that definitely your betters!
(FIIIIIRE!)
What we speak fuego for the street
You can't keep from the
(FIIIIRE)
Feel the heat creep on your feet
You can't sleep on the
(FIIIRE)
Outta hand
Must be mad cos you'll never be as bad as this
(FIIIRE)
Call your man, Call your fam
But understand we about to bring the
Credits
Writer(s): Felix Shanagher
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