out) Stop (huh yeah) Stop (come on ma) Stop (come on ma) Stop Stop (come on ma) (Black Star start doin it) Stop (come on ma) (02 y'all yeah) Stop (come on
Yo, yo Everything black is wack and shit Blackheads, blackmail, black cats and shit Funerals, niggaz gotta wear black and shit Black cars, black clothes on
I feel like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel like my only friend Is the city I live in, is beautiful Brooklyn Long as I live here believe I'm on fire
slow down baby [Joe Budden] This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?) A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs They
box Stay on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch, frukit niggaz Dog, let me catch a nigga eyeing my watch What I'm firing's hot, just aim, and rely on the
Come on, come on Twin Nina Ross sisters, promise to never miss ya Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters You wild fire
doubt by myself that way nobody can blame me for the death of somebody else cause the way these niggas hate me is an epidemic i'm in the line of fire
on pushin' Keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin' Keep, keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin', keep, keep on
It was, four in the mornin' got a call on the cell What the hell, you niggaz just shot at? Yo, they missed her, blazed most fired pistols Now it's our
me, rushin' up the beat, an' pass me the blunt Eh yo, I'm here to set it on you cats from the moment I entered Moldin' the center on it, adventure,
Vegas Sega Genesis my Xbox extra hard drive Fuck around and catch a fat lip Like the Pharcyde Trigger side we on the hammer side Ya'll on the other side
, what, who wanna do it, what (number one) Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas (after the smoke is done) word up, big dick, motherfucking house Whaddup, bench press these cats
revive what was sacred Also stop this uncalled for behavior And sippin' back cats, they lactase in flavor Got word from the wise to let it drop Set this on fire
a glock And rap to spread to deadly terror, I squeeze on this whole industry Enemies please don't sit with me I sit with these and cats with keys Cash
of a true thug [ chorus ] [ verse 3 ] I feel a holy spirit comin on me My lifestyle: based on a true story Read the credits: name appears alphabetic On
cars swervin, niggas squirtin, the ghetto's burnin Hell's season, the soul's returnin We live like crows and a hermit, searchin for a higher learnin The fire
on y'all A cat named Priest, yo [Killah Priest] They say it comes like a thief in the night Some say you see fire when he breathes on the mic The legend
a pound Come on.. Chorus 2 [Kurupt] Let me tell em, the headless Horsemen nigga... I'm back, give me a fired up Mac Seventeen different sachels of uncooked