and messed around Have you niggas break your fucking rewind button I kill this shit Similar to guns and clips When niggas from street corners light fire
let it be when there's catastrophe Why they keep a tight grip on all that fuckin cash we need Ain't seen no fire or no brimstone, but at this time it
bring it on Ah bring it on, bring it on, bring it on Ah bring it on, bring it on, bring it on Ah bring it on, bring it on, bring it on (Bring it) [
Whenever me and family decide to lounge on the block Quick to pull it out if a clown get us hot Seeing bullets fire from chrome, the sight of my dome Standing on
barkin' Cats are screamin' Streets are steamin' Gods own heats the devil' demon My turn tonight To burn with fever I burn tonight I smoke tonight I'm all on fire
flows [Chorus] [Tash] It's it money or the way CaTash ride on the beat that got the bitches in the party feelin light on they feet I take freaks and
s on blast, Tha Liks baby, don't twist it Just rock it, got your girl's number in my change pocket What's her name Stella, if she's on me kinda hella ?
(AMBA!) Gimme dat fire (fire) Gimme dat flame (flame, flame) Gimme dat (gimme dat) Gimme dat (gimme dat) Gimme dat (gimme dat) Absolutely you can gimme
good up in ya robe I swallowed two fire apples now I'm ready un-sewn" She had a thong on, opps I'm wrong Full size bloomers on y'all, word, all up in
I put em where they never heard raps like these I rhyme like calico cats And two loaded gats Now what mothafucka think he fuckin' with that? I be the special shishcabob on
To put you in the fire in line on Valentine's February, or was it January I lose my memeory when it come to you canaries It's necessary, on guard with
of dawn i think them rings that i stole im bout ready to pawn because i grin like a P-2 10 a sun lock rapper of the cats got glocks on cock walk like
ryme design temper like a phoneix when i open my eyes and mash on it crash on it blast on it count your money put your stash on it cash on it bring your
full proof, chip tooth, slick like oil Can't chase me on the daily blow KC Royal From the Bay like G.P., like Floyd, "I'm sleepy" On your weak ass raps
on the telegraph wire To rescue a child when a house was on fire And I think that I still can much better than most Produce blood curdling noises to bring on
the first place attack with grace Add a glance not movin' strike him from lotus position Open fisted combat special move combo's Make head body contact agile I'm black and jungle cats
I'm on some highschool shit with lolipops in my pocket for hot chick on my dick under seventeen with my picture in their locket on the club scene they
s a Gatling, forcin' crews to break up And stickin' up rappers when they walkin' outta Jacobs I'm on the block with my dogs, walkin you cats To the depths