into the fire Don't blame it on me Your devil's your desire now No, ain't no shame on me Give into the fire Get down on your knees And fame's your desire
you give it all to me Give into the fire Don?t blame it on me Your Devils your desire now No aint no shame on me Give into the fire Get down on your
Give it all to me You gave into the fire Don't blame it on me Your devil's your desire now No, ain't no shame on me Give into the fire Get down on your
SLAAY-a YAAAY-A, HI-YA, HI-YA, HO! Come on in-SIDE and try the flow Creepin' up on yo' mind just like a SPID-A KIND-A slow, SHINE and FLOOOW Sparkle and
Vex] I got Armageddon weaponry like the 7th Seal Jahwe send me soundwaves (sshaa-sshaaa) that you feel Hail and fire, a burning mountain, it's on In one line, a
Put that (fire) to your ass, got you runnin out your own shoes (fire, fire, fire) Zone 2, when I'm out in the A (A, what's up?) And stay draped up in
Desert It's a shield for the ills that builds with this rampant nationalization; we're not dealin in humanism P.O.W.'s, M.I.A.'s unknown soldiers in
: The Click and (Baby)] It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) It's all the same (It's
s a witch and my Daddy's a hunchback and nobody could fuck wit' me I used to drive a hearse to school, G, with a stiff hangin' out the back Bitch, you
system One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin Representin all those who ain't got a pot to piss in Went from small timer to a top position I'm not
the blood rushes Step to my P.I., see why, cause she fly J-O-D-Y, W-A-T-L-E-Y [Chorus: x3] [Rakim] Word up, It's off the hook baby, Rakim Allah and
for energy The Satanic rituals; W.T.C. (R.I.P.) They let the Pentagon on fire That's lightening the pentagram on fire All these bodies for what? So you
D-d-d-d-don?t do-do-do-do it! P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!? And now I?ma come and kill
paid with me, Come take a ride with a "G", from out that U.P.T., Now I'm headed to the C.J. Peete, a.k.a. Magnolia, Sellin' boulders, duckin' them rollers
Christ jump up... what? [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P] Shit's close to the end and I ain't a beginner Think I got a little thinner, only thing I mean
eyes are open wide E.T.S. to Boston leave an oil war behind Not without a purpose and it's not without a fight Another poor kid caught up in a fire fight
P's. I smashed in the 90s and I run into 2 G's You ain't a gangbanger, so you run in with' Two-T's! You "Hurricane" stompin' with the flame Bandana In
