the sound of the crowd (fire fire) But they playing in sight (fire fire) Stepping on the fire... (fire fire) Till it explode Set it on fire fire fire Set it on fire fire fire
, I'm tearin' it If the 'Tics can't fit in my whip then I ain't steerin' it Bomb that rifle 'cuz now a nigga wearin' it Catch me on my set wit' my iced
tryna see if your brains really look like eggs or is it just that commercial your brain on drugs now it's a total different look from these shotgun slugs to get rich it
lose it, I'm afraid I'm gonna start dumping Stay calm, clear my brain Set fire to a face so I don't see it again (Chorus - Esham) They're always
s hand It has been a time for tears Season of the Goddess return On this eve, the first summer night Out of the darkness and into the light Set the Beltaine
coat your brain like polyurethane Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms If you came to learn how to make fire, I'm-a make it burn Higher
seven digits, I'm tearin' it If the 'Tics can't fit in my whip, then I ain't steerin' it Bombed Antartica, now a nigga wearin' it Catch me on my set
inside the Sunday Times She was so sweet on Christmas Eve With the snow set deep when we went walking through the pines I'd just been fired and her
That isn't what does it, you see. It really isn't. Phyllis: Well, well, what is it? You know, like if it's not that, then what is it? Don: Well . . .
in deed Little Brother on the mic About to rock it for you It's for you, oh oh, oh oh It's time to settle the score Little Brother on the mic About
shake it, break it or glue it whole No two ways about it with a broke wishbone on the losing end Shake it, break it or glue it whole No two ways about
Warren G] See now, there it go Y'all got it The East Coast West Coast collabo Warren G doin' it with my niggas from The Ruff Ryders Eve, my nigga Drag-On
