Lyrics Set It On Fire - Tony Touch , Flipmode Squad
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
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)
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.
TV′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'
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)
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
antidote
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
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)
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
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)
Okay,
you
wanna
make
a
million
fuckin′
dollars?
Okay,
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
1 Toca's Intro
2 The Piece Maker
3 Set It On Fire
4 U Know The Rules (Mi Vida Loca)
5 The Abduction
6 Likwit Rhyming
7 Royce The 5'9" - Interlude
8 Return Of The Diaz Bros.
9 No, No, No
10 I Wonder Why? [He's the Greatest DJ]
11 Basics
12 Pit Fight
13 What's That? [Que Eso?]
14 The Club
15 Cormega - Interlude
16 The Foundation
17 Get Back
18 Adolf "8-Off" Agallar - Interlude
19 Class of '87
20 P.R. All Stars
21 Borinquen Outro
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