On Fire

Them bitches swear they fly We on fire tonight and the place is lookin' steamy We on fire tonight, we on fire tonight And the place is lookin' steamy, we on fire tonight Now everytime I grab the mic, I always start shit up Sharper than your double edger, watch me cough shit up Live and direct, respect it to the Underground Connect I'm wreckin' any MC you select Yo E, load me in your gun, light the flares Give me forty eight bars and I go out like gays at Billy Bear Wear and tear, I'm wreckin' for the Bricks is where Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere Conjunction, junction, what's your function? It's that nigga who's so swift, I could lose a compass Step into jams with seven niggaz in a land And forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravan Drop the Fahrenheit back down to zero Bring heat to the streets like I'm Pacino and DeNiro Raw dog material, grand imperial Talk to my shorty nigga, my ears ain't hearin' you We on fire tonight and the place is lookin' steamy We on fire tonight, so take heed to what I'm sayin' 'Cause tonight's the night and me and my nuccas ain't playin' We on fire tonight and the place is lookin' steamy, we on fire Come, come here baby, come, come here baby Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe You shot first, your glock burst but it graze me Now time for lyrics, put up your guns And watch me get this shit hoppin' like the West was won Got that lyrical chicken feed for all chicken heads Crowd your Rap City committee like I'm Big Leads Most sicker than them Melendez brothers You need Cochran when you're fuckin' with Judge Red Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin' Tina ass Ers ridin' dick like I'm a motorcycle You wanna shine bitch? Let me simonize you I make sure your vision blur 'Til you don't know what occurred until I black out every nerve Foul women get served as chicken head hors d'oeuvre I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles If you still look up in the sky, I'm still high All the way live like Lakeside, wanna die? E, whattup son, you got this beat pumpin' The way I feel niggaz ain't leave until they up in somethin' Pack my dutch like the niggaz in the county Dayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc Illuminati Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante We on fire tonight and the place is lookin' steamy We on fire tonight, so take heed to what I'm sayin' 'Cause tonight's the night and me and my nuccas ain't playin' We on fire tonight and the place is lookin' steamy, we on fire Come, come here baby, come, come here baby To my people in the back if you're not the wack Say, "Don't stop the body rock" To my people in the front if you're talkin' all blunts Say, "Don't stop the body rock" I'm too strong for you to listen, I started spittin' That's why the brick niggaz be lickin' They stay on magazine written equipments And lyrics I got 'em by the shipment, where your bitch went? I'm smokin' leaky out the Lec-y, fatal My squad steps with the ultimatum, true that My muzak move crowds like down the hill moved crack For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes back Buddy, bringin' money to your girl For your little daughter like I'm Cutty Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote it I see you notice how I leave microphones corroded Your staff not up to par, you raw You're more like Zsa Zsa Gabor Call deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal floored And I pump the funk to keep a room aboard We on fire tonight and the place is lookin' steamy