There is a place in the bottom of the soul It's the bread of destitution Hearts splashed flat like dough Where there is no pollution Mute with no words
area got chilly "So what you think of that?" I threw that bitch back on my back Shit I live ten miles away, but I made it fo' seconds flat I lived in
It better be M A G Or niggaz gon' get mad and never let you leave A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley Willow Street, Robertson and T.C. It's on fire from
[Chorus] X2 Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters Bitch we the business, hundred million dollars Bitch we the
what ya told the cops, I hold the glock, aim it an fire, retire another nigga, nameless, game is fo hire, desire chariots fire, light as I'm a
gladly pesent to you We gladly pesent to you Heavy artillery rap niggaz attack from both sides Of the map, leave you flat on your back, my thoughts
the high Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother? B-Real, light another Spliff, aiyya, get on by ya, why ya Why ya, want to, turn off the fire?
put the shit behind us Your baby boy meet the daytime Oldest watchin' an' these niggaz tryin' to get mine Remember back then the lines in your flat top
?) I'm on seven mile, what the fuck was that Damn somebody hit me from the back (With they car?) With a gat nigga and my tire flat And I just hit a pole
Is to be loved by someone like you Outside the snow is falling My heart is calling To spend my Christmas time alone with you Now throw a log on the fire
on fire You're my gal and I'm your feller Dress up in my frock and yeller I'll look swell but you'll look sweller Settin' the woods on fire We'll take
woods on fire We'll sit close to one another Up one street and down the other We'll have us a time, oh brother Settin' the woods on fire Put a little
whether you were wrong You take a small vacation just to keep sane You find on your return, your home is blown away Woke up laughin' Woke up laughin' I was flat
stood up in a crowd And raised his voice up way out loud And waved his arm and shook his leg You'd notice him If someone in the movie show Yelled, "Fire
stood up in a crowd And raised his voice up way out loud And waved his arm and shook his leg You'd notice him If someone in a movie show Yelled, fired
barbed wire And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire
no strength left to carry on You're flat on your back with your heart attack Where the hell have you gone? The pressure and pain, all the fire and ice
weak niggas know-a you step and I fire Yo life will expire you need to retire Yo bitch call me sire she flat like a tire Shot nut in her eye-a on that