gangsta Nikes and a Starter (and a Starter) You got a father? I know he ain't proud (proud) He probably wished he would of pulled out, no doubt (no doubt
's just a slight of hand, like Penn and Teller The mighty dollar, is taller than the scholar Ask your neighbourhood martyr about the fire starter People
now, the snake tongue I'm deep into this I sometimes gasp for air, deadly warfare Hot block cop and gold stares, shot's clear They fire was on July
drapes caught on fire, with no alarm They crashed out the window, but they somehow held on Dangling from a hundred stories high Don't doubt him Will he
boss to kiss my ass, You won't see me in the mornin', 8 o'clock on the button, I'll be on the lake fishin', blazin' fire with my cousin, (THAT'S IT) As
those who doubt it, do or die to death are cowards The world is yours, and the world we can't afford So ignore the law, start a fire, then start a war
, better go {"Put some money on it"} Yeah, now they all love the Don G I'm on BET more than "Leprechaun 3" They say I'm on fire, it don't hurt when I
go And I will fall in love again because I can Well, I have walked through the fire And crawled on my knees Through the valley of the shadow of doubt
I'm like [Incomprehensible], have 'em makin' pies in the house It's grill, spit fire like I never been out And I ain't gon' retire 'til there's never a doubt
centipede crawling in my eye I wanna die Everyday I die Back to the start, another try I got the time so why shouldn't I Everyday I die Back to the start
I'm hangin there dearly And the hungry goblins, they gotta fire beneath me They cookin' my legs, to make myself eat me I wanna die [Chorus] Everyday I die (Back to the start
drug spots, well, if you're too poor to move out Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war, walkin' through shootouts And you doubt God exists,
Hardcore, keep it raw, what niggaz love that Stack the greenbacks and stay steady with the weed sack Spliff Star, one of the famous foreigners from East Flat-Bush Fire
Chorus] [Twista] You knocked out by the Windy City southpaw No cookin in the kitchen homie we put out raw Midwest outlaw, fuck with it? I doubt y'all
maintaining [F] - You lookin good though baby boy [AZ] - I mean whatever, lets get it poppin [F] - Alright, well I'm with you, gimme ur number [AZ] - No doubt, no doubt
was gone I'm thinkin' to myself, "Won't this bitch bring her ass on?" Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth And fired up the sess, it was sess, no doubt
up motherfucka what's up Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up All these sissy ass hoes talkin' shit about this lady Why you tryin' to doubt
s turning every fire Looking for his own past He's limping in the water searching for the quarter Inch of clarity His future is raining blood like stars