On Fire lyrics

Artist  : Redman 
Song : On Fire



 Send "On Fire" Ringtone to your Cell 

  ('Them bit*hes swear they fly...')

Hahha
Now everytime I grab the mic I always start sh*t
up
Sharper than your double-edger, watch me cough
sh*t up
Live and direct, respect it to the underground
connect
Pah!! I'm wreckin any MC you select
Yo E, load me in your gun, light the flares
Give me forty-eight bars, and I go out like gays
at Billy Bear
Wear and tear, I'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 jams, with seven niggaz in a Land
And forty motherf**kers in some f**ked up caravan
Drop the farenheight back down to zero
Bring Heat to the streets like I'm Pacino and
DeNiro
Raw dog material, grand imperial
Talk to my shotty nigga, my ears ain't hearin you

So take heed to what I'm saying
Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas
ain't playing

Now do I look crazy?  Deranged, maybe?
You shot first, your glock burst, but it graze me
Now time for lyrics, put up your guns
And watch me get this sh*t hoppin like the West
was won
Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken
heads
Crowd your Rap City committee, like I'm [Big
Leads]
Most bigger than them Melendez brothers
You need Cochran when you're f**kin 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 dick, like I'm a motorcycle
You wanna shine bit*h?  Let me simonize you
I make sure your vision blur, till 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!!
Hah, if 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
Dayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc Illuminati
Up around them big butt freaks is where you find
me
(Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante)

So take heed to what I'm saying
Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas
ain't playing

To my people in the back, if you're not the wack,
say
Don't stop, the body rock
To my people in the front, if you're tokin on
blunts, say
Don't stop, the body rock... aoowwwwwowwwww
I'm too strong for you to listen
I started spittin, that's why the brick niggaz be
lickin
They stay on magazine written equipments
And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your
bit*h went
I'm smokin leaky out the Lec-y, fatal
My Squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat
My muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved
crack
For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes
back
Buddy, bringin money to your girl
for your little daughter like I'm Cutty
Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote it
I see you notice how I leave microphones corroded
Hahahahaha, your staff not up to par
You raw, you're more like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Call deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal floored
And I pump the funk to keep a room and board

*record scratches, rooster cackles*