Set it on fire lyrics

Artist  : Tony touch 
Song : Set it on fire
 
[Rock Marcy] 

Rock Marcy, so stop spreddin out malarchy 

My rap anarchy, blaze more wigs than Barbara
Sharpsee 

I'm a freakers army? Savage ya type, like Chaka
Zulo, papi chulo 

Not to be sulo, wilder than Kujo, you actin fool
yo 

Come on, swing 'em like a two-way, back to school


Rulership shit, bring them the newest, Tony Touch
'em, I fuck 'em 

This fool, who can fuck with his dude 

Check what the butler, I cut his ass up, somethin
disgusting kid 

My custom is, government cheese, chumpin them
steez 

Who's a monkey wrench, jumpin machines get in
between, so it seem 

It'll only cause a moment of scream 

The super seed what I be sayin is like a king on
his knees 

I never fall, cuz the ring on my paw plead
forgiveness 

Loot for rightness, superstitious, bazooka hit
his ass out 

Break a suspicious, three sixes of cum 

Anti religious, kill em off on the first try 


[Chorus: Rah Digga, Busta Rhymes] 

Flipmode Squad, there is none higher 

You bitch ass niggas, should call Messiah 

We won't stop rockin, until we retire 

Let's blow the spot and set the muthafucka on
fire 


Aiyo let's turn the heat up (and set it on fire!)


Let's bring the noise my nigga (and set it on
fire!) 

And what the fuck ya niggas wanna do (and set it
on fire!) 

Go get the gas and the matches (and set it on
fire!) 


[Rampage] 

Ya niggas in the game, ya ain't go no press 

Yo I go to Hillside and cop a V from Less 

Me and Flip on the lot, in the green G.S. 

Leathers is out, rims yo they be B.S. 

T.V.'s in the dash, watchin C.B.S. 

Later on watch the Knicks on T.B.S. 

Rampage I'm the nigga, no second guess 

Yo my beeper goes off, it's them shorties from
out West 

Call them back, hit them off on street jack 

I let 'em know, how this real nigga polly that 

I'm in my car yo, them honies in the Pontiac 

How I dress, how I hustle, where the money at? 

They love my rings, my watch, how I flooded that 

Put that on my eggs and toast and just butter
that 

Flipmode, Tony Touch, son double that 
 

Fuck around, shit gon double plat' 


[Chorus] 


[Busta Rhymes] 

Analyze the flavor, we bout to blaze ya, every
move is major 

Major paper, office space up in the skyscraper 

Niggas on my crew dick, and need to get down 

Frown, from when your crew was just a major let
down 

Official, sparkerly clear just like a glass
crystal 

Blast a pistol, that's when ya start to hear my
missile whistle 

Jesus, pledge of allegiance to the sole
prestigious 

With the antitote to make ya wanna bust ya
heaters 

Release this, I hope ya know that we about to
freak this 

Fuck discreteness, analyze every nigga weakness 

Cut ya face up, then fuck the place up 

Pass the L, without the coca lace up, let's pick
the pace up 

Stick the place up, then shake up, then click ya
base up 

Wrong move, we puncture everything from ya waist
up 

Blow the space up, while ya gaspin off ransom 

Then get the dough and put an expansion on my
mansion 


[Chorus] 


[Rah Digga] 

First and only female here to play my position 

Make it hotter than the projects with no air
conditioning 

Honey petite, walk around with the screwface 

Dip from the whip, on down to my shoelace 

Can't see us, mommy sippin San Greas 

Shotgun style will open up ya pancreas 

Puff remix, hittin sponsor for free kicks 

Bootleg ya shit with me spittin on the remix 

Type shit like doin shows with a blind fold 

Voicey Q. will blow a circuit out ya console 

Fuckin wit how I spit, ain't gonna paper 

Black hoody tight wit a teeny bit of makeup 

No need to brag, my legislate speak 

Nine nine dig the time to shine like Memph Bleek 

Crown and half sheet, my white label leak 

Tellin MC's to count eight weeks and say peace 


[Chorus] 


[Outro: Pain In Da Ass as 'Scarface'] 

Ok, you wanna make a million fuckin dollars? 

Ok, I tell Tony Touch to put out a fuckin mixtape


A mill here, a mill there 

In fuckin 10 years, we fuckin buy this whole
fuckin place, puto..