Redman - On Fire Lyrics
(them *****es swear they fly...)HahhaNow everytime I grab the mic I always start shit upSharper than your double-edger, watch me cough shit upLive and direct, respect it to the underground connectPah!! Im wreckin any mc you selectYo e, load me in your gun, light the flaresGive me forty-eight bars, and I go out like gays at billy bearWear and tear, Im wreckin for the bricks is whereJump in my way and get your body splattered everywhereConjunction junction whats your functionIts that nigga whos so swift I could lose a compassStep into jams, with seven niggaz in a landAnd forty mother*****ers in some *****ed up caravanDrop the farenheight back down to zeroBring heat to the streets like Im pacino and deniroRaw dog material, grand imperialTalk to my shotty nigga, my ears aint hearin youSo take heed to what Im sayingCause tonights the night, and me and my nuccas aint playingNow do I look crazy? deranged, maybe?You shot first, your glock burst, but it graze meNow time for lyrics, put up your gunsAnd watch me get this shit hoppin like the west was wonGot that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken headsCrowd your rap city committee, like Im [big leads]Most bigger than them melendez brothersYou need cochran when youre *****in with judge redPut your fingers up if you love hash and cashI been that way since ike turner was kickin tina assHookers ridin dick, like Im a motorcycleYou wanna shine *****? let me simonize youI make sure your vision blur, till you dont know what occurredUntil I black out every nerverFoul women get served as chicken head hors douervesI drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!!Hah, if you still look up in the sky Im still highAll the way live like lakesideWann die? e (whattup son), you got this beat pumpinThe way I feel niggaz aint leave until they up in somethinPack my dutch like the niggaz in the countyDayrooms, stay tuned, for doc illuminatiUp around them big butt freaks is where you find me(martini and rossi, asti spumante)So take heed to what Im sayingCause tonights the night, and me and my nuccas aint playingTo my people in the back, if youre not the wack, sayDont stop, the body rockTo my people in the front, if youre tokin on blunts, sayDont stop, the body rock... aoowwwwwowwwwwIm too strong for you to listenI started spittin, thats why the brick niggaz be lickinThey stay on magazine written equipmentsAnd lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your ***** wentIm smokin leaky out the lec-y, fatalMy squad steps with the ultimatum, true datMy muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crackFor those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes backBuddy, bringin money to your girlFor your little daughter like Im cuttyTwenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug g, quote itI see you notice how I leave microphones corrodedHahahahaha, your staff not up to parYou raw, youre more like zsa zsa gaborCall deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal flooredAnd I pump the funk to keep a room and board*record scratches, rooster cackles*
