Them [bad word] 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 [bad word] up
Sharper than your double edger, watch me cough [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] who's so swift, I could lose [bad word] Step into jams with seven niggaz in a land
And forty [bad word] in some [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] [bad word] here [bad word] [bad word] 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 [bad word] hoppin' like the West was won

Got that lyrical chicken feed for all chicken heads
Crowd your Rap [bad word] like I'm Big Leads
Most sicker than them Melendez brothers
You need Cochran when you're [bad word]  with Judge Red

Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash
I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin' Tina [bad word] Hookers ridin' [bad word] like I'm a motorcycle
You wanna shine [bad word]  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 [bad word] [bad word] here [bad word] [bad word] 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 [bad word] went?

I'm smokin' leaky out the Lec-y, fatal
My squad steps with the ultimatum, [bad word] 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

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