out Ears, neck and wrist freezed out Looking like we robbed the Sphinx out Haters in the back, you know they Cuban King'd out Jealous as ever, we took
that presidence ballin on ya presidence but im still thuggin tho got dem crack fans standin around like a rock show just bought a dime now they screaming out
I think you better find out take a pause for the cause while you playing call a time out Boy, you ought to check in with the coaching staff running plays
the Wild-Wild, feel the buck, cook em' up pow-pow Give it up for the Chi town, nigga watch out, get knocked out the box Roll with the top-notch heat pop
many rebels incredible time we battle looking for action don't judge us avenge us redempt us don't give me negligence your all though in time no revenges
time our words collide [Chorus:] Running through the fire Daring you to follow me Running through the fire Daring you to follow me Keep up [x8] Running
it's time to let these punk niggas know We gonna hit 'em like this, check it out Yo, while y'all standing on the corner bummy and high I'm out buying
out Can't you see I'm trapped Can't you see I'm so confused I can't get out Oh oh I'm trapped like a ??? I can't get out Can't you see I'm trapped
network Don't have a boss, my middle name is Yessir Might get hurt or lay up in the dead dirt Dumb nigga running out the club with a wet shirt And today
still running the game Still, got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out
wanting something, claiming that they done something for em, got Jay Z and pom poms in they whole uniforms, claiming they be running and telling everybody like Martin Lawrence, about how hot
boy, what you know about that [E.S.G.] Out the Superbowl city dog, yep ya boy E.S.G. Like a George Foreman grill, man I'm known to cook heat Spit heat
one that's running it all Top dog, his game sunning 'em all, huh Whiling out, people piling in (Oh shit, watch out) Damn not again Another nigga knocked out
we go again, don't sleep Now David, tell me, how hot is that heat? [Verse 3: Kyle David] Smoking! Shorty gather, wide open I know we four black dudes, running
and time Satan is taking lives like Ethan Hawk So cling to God with tunes open, receive the plot (Flame) We scream enough truth that you?ve got to listen I?m Flame, can?t take the heat
what Throw your hands in the air Ya don't stop To my people in New York Ya don't stop To my people down south Ya don't stop To my people out west Say
out in time to be on Detox Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks My *CL* so *Smooth*, it should of came with Pete Rock And lets not forget who made me hot
keep away (just keep away Go on, it's not your fight!) It's not yours nigga, fall back I'm about to blow something out here Straight up, yeah, this is