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Hey, come on
Hey, come on
Hey, come on
Hey, you can't lie better this
Come on
Hey, come on
Hey, Roscoe
R-E
Roscoe, Roscoe
Fire, then I'm gonna reload, cock back, take aim
No game, I be letting off like fire
Lyrically I'ma be a strap, same for James Bond
No 007, I'm fire
Even though I be stone cold with the flow
In a heartbeat I'ma set the ting on fire
Sixteen bars, take off your head top like smoke
Vigilante on scent for the fire
Reload, fire, cock back, fire
Take aim, fire, no games, fire
Anytime I'm in the dance I bring fire
Dun know it's ba-ba-bye, ba-ba-bye, fire
If you only look for fun then you better remove yourself quick
My temperature's fire
I be going straight to the finish line so I tell the rest
Change flow
Slip and slide, ayy, ayy
Listen the vibe, to the left, to the right
Cruising the mic and take it all out
Slip and slide, slip and slide, feel the vibe
Make you feel the vibe
Lyrical P the R-E, I be on my AK
I be on my AK
Slip and slide, ayy, ayy
Listen the vibe, to the left, to the right
Cruising the mic and take it all out
Slip and slide, slip and slide, feel the vibe
Make you feel the vibe
Lyrical P the R-E, I be on my AK
Change flow
This side or the other side of the pond
United Kingdom, United States
I could be a real one, you might be fake
DDT, give 'em a Jake the Snake
If you ain't big in the game, then take time
Step back, I'ma make your backbone ache
No long ting when I enter the room
Like click, click, boom, hashtag heavyweight
I can make the best of the best levitate
One sixteen and I become David Blaine
I be so ahead that the rest is insane
I be so gonna create my own lane
Roscoe coming to the shape to the T
Over P, call my eye up sky like planes
Anytime we up in the dance it's dun know
When the bass drops we'll make 'em
Change flow
Peel off the seal, pop off the cork
Fill up the glass with Henny
How many MCs did you count for '95?
Big step to this, there ain't many
Never on a long ting, donny
And you better overstand I be cheddar MC
Man, I fuck with the pennies
Even in a little weight bar
I'ma turn a mic man into a heartburn, better bring Rennie's
I'ma be your nightmare, Elm Street Freddy
On your marks, better get set, I'm ready
When it comes down to the flow I'm steady
If you ain't bringing your A game, get a bevy
Hard hitting any time I land like ba-ba-bye, bang
Never lightweight, man are straight heavy
Like sitting at the red light in a full Fiesta when you
Change gear
Dead it, don't even rev it, don't get lemon
Twenty years I've been in the game plus seven
Even if I'm out on my ones and I'm without the gang
I'ma let off the ting still shelling
Now I'm 'bout to belly you the beats I'ma give 'em
Fireworks anytime I land on a rhythm
For the last time I be giving 'em a warning
And if you ain't paying attention, good riddance
If you ain't paying attention, good riddance
If you ain't paying attention, it's fire
If you ain't paying attention, it's fire
I'ma be telling the truth, I ain't no liar
Take time when you're walking a thin wire
Come and go higher and higher and higher
Come and go higher and higher and higher
Come and go higher, what we got?
Ba-ba-bye, ba-ba-bye



Авторы: Wayne Goodlitt, Preshus



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