Half-A-Mill - Fires In Hell Lyrics
[Half-A-Mill]It ain't right, if it ain't rough, gettin paid's a mustWe made the bucks, even the player's hate usIs it the way we shine Gordiere gear since '89And shorty wit diamonds from South African minesNow it's '99, nearly 2 G, still in coogieCrib wit Jacuzzi, it is in the movieI take a shit, grippin the uziPlan to make ya rich, smoothly, on the low***** a new V, on the run like Kool G.Marijuana twist, camouflage sisOn some hard shit, charge like a platinum card, kidEnter the wild life, Crystal life, I'd rather die twiceBefore I eat, four chicken wings and fried riceYo dunn, we high price, we news of the worldWhite wine type, I don't like swine typeNo bullshit we, strictly chronic to lifeBionic wit mics, seein shit with astronomical sight, tropin nightLaid up, after the fight, live from *****tail MilionLand like alien, in RoswellFly as hell, mad clientele, light up a LHot enough to cause fires in hell[Chorus]Fire (fire), burnin (burnin)It's like fire (fire), burnin (burnin)It's like fire (fire), burnin (burnin)Hot enough to cause fires in hell, fires in hell[Half-A-Mill]Stupid reefer, still ride Gucci sneakersIll, your shit can kill for the phone, if I leave herI ain't a player, I just get buffed a lotSomethin hot must of dropped, headed up topOn the lee-lo, we know, niggas don't want us to see doughSee us flossin, you swear to God we rob Tito'sCar paid for, smack the shit outta the repoEvery verse is kilo, in the streets yoThoroughbred exquisite, escalate mega digitsHead twisted, on the red, by vet *****esSuper fly son, movin my gun, born on the runMore to come, all in one, luxurious fallen onNotorious baller, dunn, peep the prognosisI be the high explosive, burnin bushes like Howard MosesHigher dosage, chocolate roastedMade ya team, without a coach kid, chrome toasted[Chorus][Half-A-Mill]Project general, wise criminalFive percent of two, biochemical, nine emeraldsRubies, sapphire, who be the most higher?Insult liars, don't try us, get your coke tied upThroat tied up, we lay til the coke dry upRace like relays, day and night in V.A.You want a key and yay, see aYou ain't got the dough we spray, ***** the D.A.Truck breeze away, material worldBig guns, wit scratched serial worldMy cats put an end to your worldTwistin ya girl, hot spittin, pissin ya girlBut she's the freak at night, back seat of the jeep typeHoldin heat type, New World Order of the catamitesWar over water, Babylon Six, we the lightWe the life givin forces, in this fortressOf hidden forces, design to trick and torture[Chorus 3X]
