- burning heat Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat Burning heat- gets me- burning heat Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat Burning heat- leads me- burning heat Burning heat
ve died out of my life, I'm hurt, burn me baby, tie down. And child hood scars, crackhead cause niggas I dont know that who'd ya think you are. And here
And mention him, B-U-C-K Look on my grill, duke, do you see play? Nah, I come fully equipped One rubber, one key to burn rubber, one rubber grip [Chorus
Y-C-E, in the NYC with the white T All I really do is R-U, double F, R-Y-D-E, D-R-A-G, to the dash O-N Catch me, smokin' potent, bet I leave y'all, niggaz
circumcision Diss eF@mm, you'd better pucker up slow like a turtle kissin I'm certain your missing the illest lyricist if If you've never witnessed a 4-Family nigga burn
its cold 4-4's and smash hoes, and leaving a nigga fold Constantly keeping my mind, up on my motherfucking do' Its me the D-O-U-G-I-E, keeping it crunk
write the songs.." [repeated throughout the intro] [Intro: Inspectah Deck] Festos (who got it, huh, who got it?) Underdawgz in the building, U.D.'s (
Y'all know how we get down To the fullest Alright Let's do it [Verse 1: Khujo] K to the H to the U to the J to the O G double O D to the I to the E One
hope they hear me Tupac I miss u dearly Soldier 4 u're legacy-deepin u're spirit Picked up the flag carr'd on the mission By any meens-I'm seein visions
Young Scoe-Dellic, I don't love them hoes The B-O-Y wit' the D-U-I, and the SUV full of THC The K-I-D wit' P-H-I-D, I burn rubber like I had HIV [Hook
We ain't barring no law Snap rugged and rough, and playing this game raw Bitch we ready for war, anybody running up is bound to get scarred D-O-U-G I
ain't trying to deal with no mo' haters, we already got enough Get the fuck out our city, before you end up in the dust [Z-Ro] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A
[Lil Ya] MAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!! We need to run that....U.P.T. FOR LIFE!!!!!!! [Yella] Damn nigga! [Chorus: Yella, Lil Ya, & Tec-9] Get Into It With
more dice than casinos Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.I. MC's All and together now crew B.C.C. REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D. Ol Dirty stalked East New
main course neat Smokin O P's Drinkin I O U's Takin' liberties in the street I hope I go by spontaneous combustion in a scorching blaze of heat I won'
