they cant break me down and I am sick and tired of fighting fire with fire we?ve been misplaced we?ve been defaced but our heart will never be erased fire with fire
through it My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap Upstate the case niggas slice your throat Wear your boxers in the shower when you guard your
s a stick up stick up and a pick up pick up Telling lies and telling lies will put your face on fire Run and tell your friends to never dream, never win
walk My style will show guns what it is to spark Hit a clear the park 20 miles apart Doc is like bad weather reports but i'll walk If your not from the
will show guns what it is to spark Hit a clear the park 20 miles apart Doc is like bad weather reports but I'll walk If your not from the triboro, story
Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket And your pants will start on fire One bird in the hand or two birds in the bush Neither do you any good
bleeding out the ass Asphyxiation is simple and fast It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch Don't think (stay) Drink your wine (home) Watch the fire
had to let him go Here's where the plot thickens They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin' They call the squad, hittin' blocks with they guns
[Chorus: P. Dot] When them guns goes off, we be ready for war When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor When them guns goes off, and them sirens
rider with the clique 'N like a dragon I snaked em on fire when I spit I can't shake these ghetto ways A street rich nigga eatin a bag of lays With rubber
thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangsta till I graduated to one And got the rep of a villain for weapon concealin' Took the image of a thug kept shit appealin' Willin' to stick
/16th, born to kill your self esteem Born from part devil, part cracker from Queens Knowledge that we drop, you don't even build with That's like me
my hammers be sendin bastards to a better place [Royce Da 5'9"] Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray Niggaz keep gassin with guns with unleaded
with Rogue pistols Walkin' contradiction like Quiet Noise No words, eyes blurred with my diamonds pores Four karats in these ears make you call your boys While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns
body with somebody toast This shit just practice, sickest rappin' Baptist, kill your pastor Steal your Chap Stick, after that make you kiss a cactus Then take your
raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin' fired Morphine sticks be burnin
dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim kick da game. Spit yo' game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip and
