better we can pull an all nighta You know what ya gettin when dealin with a rida Yea She told me I'm like fire- [Hook:] She told me I'm like fire- Cause
that thumpin just like bass Trust me, no mics, this shit gon' get ugly Before the boys cuff me, "take that" like Puffy You've been hexed, squeeze this
pockets used to be skinny, now they fat like K-Fed Aww man My bullet's is a fan of me Kiss him right in the mouth, do him like Kid Cudi They say one man
your ass caught All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya I blow up spots like little sisters G'wan grit
play serial killa Fruitloop biting my mind like Godzilla We survive like catapillas in cocoons and caskets Stretch the industry like elastic So fantastic, like
in you eyes You got between your thighs from fuckin' to many guys And yet still you play the sweet role but we know That you juggle dicks like slot
Verse 3: (kool g. rap) Godfather saga Hit you dead in the chest like shots of vodka Funerals crowded like soccer while I'm watchin' opera Last like sinatra, blast like
Limit like Pac, Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe And blow, up like the world trade And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K
prepared to die, before I fry I hit the weed so I be forever high My eyes has seen so much in misery, so before I flee I open fire let the lord pick
ma mad at these weapons right HERE And mamacita and gimme the heat, hot cocked and ready to burn and got FIRE we spit FIRE And where are my thugs at?
Kardinal Ay yo!!! Yallo!!! Look at dat lord mi gal K: Huh! And we do it like huh!!! B: They should know K: Oh! B: That's right!!! K: Yeah, ok, a yagga
squeeze And strip you naked, basic, trying to make it out the P's Don't ever doubt a G, and have me spaz like Face with the K and my nose all powdery
, spit like Obama Trying to get rich without guns and the scanner Thats A to the K with a fucking bandanna Seize your empire, believe in no lies Squeeze the deserties like
Berettas, never bust in their ear Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gat sit back Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat, get that? Cock Cris bottle like a
'cause it's food to the brain Rockland nigga spit fire and flames Get it right nigga, we gangsta Murder Inc. gets poppin' pills, clips However you like
hard top white Big 4-5 for you hard rocks aite And my advice to the buyers Although the city's hot, I rock ice thru the fire Listenin' to Pac, live life like
