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Some information about On Fire Lyrics Title: Redman - On Fire lyrics Artist: Redman Album: Muddy Waters Visitors: 14 visitors have visited On Fire Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. ("Them bitches swear they fly...") Hahha Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up Sharper than your double-edgerwatch me cough shit up Live and directrespect it to the underground connect Pah!! I m wreckin any MC you select Yo Eload me in your gunlight the flares Give me forty-eight barsand I go out like gays at Billy Bear Wear and tearI m wreckin for the Bricks is where Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere Conjunction junction what s your function It s that nigga who s so swift I could lose a compass Step into jamswith seven niggaz in a Land And forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravan Drop the farenheight back down to zero Bring Heat to the streets like I m Pacino and DeNiro Raw dog materialgrand imperial Talk to my shotty niggamy ears ain t hearin you So take heed to what I m saying Cause tonight s the nightand me and my nuccas ain t playing Now do I look crazy? Derangedmaybe? You shot firstyour glock burstbut it graze me Now time for lyricsput up your guns And watch me get this shit hoppin like the West was won Got that lyrical chicken feedfor all chicken heads Crowd your Rap City committeelike I m [Big Leads] Most bigger than them Melendez brothers You need Cochran when you re fuckin with Judge Red Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina ass Hookers ridin dicklike I m a motorcycle You wanna shine bitch? Let me simonize you I make sure your vision blurtill you don t know what occurred Until I black out every nerver Foul women get served as chicken head hors d ouerves I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!! Hahif you still look up in the sky I m still high All the way live like Lakeside Wann die? E (whattup son)you got this beat pumpin The way I feel niggaz ain t leave until they up in somethin Pack my dutch like the niggaz in the county Dayroomsstay tunedfor Doc Illuminati Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me (Martini and RossiAsti Spumante) So take heed to what I m saying Cause tonight s the nightand me and my nuccas ain t playing To my people in the backif you re not the wacksay Don t stopthe body rock To my people in the frontif you re tokin on bluntssay Don t stopthe body rock... aoowwwwwowwwww I m too strong for you to listen I started spittinthat s why the brick niggaz be lickin They stay on magazine written equipments And lyrics I got em by the shipmentwhere your bitch went I m smokin leaky out the Lec-yfatal My Squad steps with the ultimatumtrue dat My muzakmove crowdslike down the hill moved crack For those who stepped on toesI want my shoes back Buddybringin money to your girl for your little daughter like I m Cutty Twenty dollars a pop to dub meI bug Gquote it I see you notice how I leave microphones corroded Hahahahahayour staff not up to par You rawyou re more like Zsa Zsa Gabor Call deep niggazkeep the gas pedal floored And I pump the funk to keep a room and board *record scratchesrooster cackles* Hottest songs from Redman : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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