On Fire

(them bitches swear they fly...)

Hahha
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
Pah!! Im 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, Im wreckin for the bricks is where
Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere
Conjunction junction whats your function
Its that nigga whos 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 farenheight back down to zero
Bring heat to the streets like Im pacino and deniro
Raw dog material, grand imperial
Talk to my shotty nigga, my ears aint hearin you

So take heed to what Im saying
Cause tonights the night, and me and my nuccas aint playing

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 Im [big leads]
Most bigger than them melendez brothers
You need cochran when youre 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
Hookers ridin dick, like Im a motorcycle
You wanna shine bitch? let me simonize you
I make sure your vision blur, till you dont know what occurred
Until I black out every nerver
Foul women get served as chicken head hors douerves
I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!!
Hah, if you still look up in the sky Im still high
All the way live like lakeside
Wann die? e (whattup son), you got this beat pumpin
The way I feel niggaz aint 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)

So take heed to what Im saying
Cause tonights the night, and me and my nuccas aint playing

To my people in the back, if youre not the wack, say
Dont stop, the body rock
To my people in the front, if youre tokin on blunts, say
Dont stop, the body rock... aoowwwwwowwwww
Im too strong for you to listen
I started spittin, thats why the brick niggaz be lickin
They stay on magazine written equipments
And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your bitch went
Im smokin leaky out the lec-y, fatal
My squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat
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 Im cutty
Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug g, quote it
I see you notice how I leave microphones corroded
Hahahahaha, your staff not up to par
You raw, youre more like zsa zsa gabor
Call deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal floored
And I pump the funk to keep a room and board

*record scratches, rooster cackles*