around Then there's fire in the hole Cover me I'm going down Then there's fire in the hole Unlucky white kid didn't leave with the blues Paint balls of fire
Destroyer of worlds? swallower of lives? leveler of dreams? silencer of cries? seas of fire? rivers of blood? landscapes of ash, excrement, and mud?
up your bed Storm's a coming Got a fire that's right on your head Oh, get up, get up, get off your knees Get up, get up and rise The seas are on fire
[Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac] Hold it down [Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you [2Pac] After the fire
Behold a speeding shape A ship upon the waves Racing swift as death Torment from the pits of Hell In seas where pirates dwell The armada sets its course
his truck up just to drive him insane Give his Rover the new name, the firing range When we see you yell fire and aim Cause when I fire them thangs it
Light the fire and trim the tree It won?t be long ?til Christmas Eve So close your eyes and make believe That dreams really do come true Manger scenes
Life is a vapor So quickly fading It only lasts a season then it?s gone And I have chosen To live each moment Depending on a strength beyond my own
a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot What little niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter I'll fire shots at the ship and watch the seas scatter my enemies
In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal
sometimes that shit don't matta, animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta, splatta, all over shit, an leave tricks motionless, drinkin blood like I, an spittin fire
down in a chrome box with me that's too expensive to die in and we'll suck the dew of each other's morning lips like wine tastings lottery season and
shit that gon be burnin' in yo chest See them hoes want a nigga who got bread These niggaz want a bitch you got that fire head And all I want is weed
the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
You came with the season, as the first swallow sang A brown headed stranger, with a five-letter name We planted our kisses where the wild berries grow
mind is so ill at ease everything is on fire shit piled up to the knees out of rhyme or reason everyone's to blame children of the season don't be lame