"Fire In The Booth, Pt. 2" lyrics
Fredo, Charlie Sloth & Fire In The Booth Lyrics
Now, it's time to rumble!
It's easy to die, it's harder to live
It's easy to take, it's harder to give (Woo)
It's easy to make, it's harder to keep (H'yeah)
It's easy awake, it's harder to sleep
It's easy to die, it's harder to live (Woo, woo)
It's easy to take, it's harder to give
It's easy to make, it's harder to keep
It's easy awake, it's harder to sleep (S'get em, Fred)
Why she quick to say she's dating me?
I don't class dating coming over late and taking D
For the last four years, I've been focusing on stuff that's really fake to me
Ain't chasing nothing that isn't paying me
Any time them new joints land, I'm talking crazy heats
I treat them like Osama Bin Laden and drop them straight to C
I'm on the plane with Key, tryna turn these keys into some vacancies
I've had more models than them agencies
On Woo's grave, it can get intense if you play with me
Have niggas on the phone to their mum
Asking if she got a place that she can stay a week, or maybe two
Auntie Sue's, my life's a warzone, but all I really do is pray for peace
Until that day, everyday, I'm gonna play for keeps
Her head's so sloppy everyday, I gotta change the sheets
Mello's out in ten years, and Herms got the same release
'Cause the .9 just kept on touching guys, and strap was straight for Nice
I used to get the bread, hit the block and break a piece
Until I realized a piece ain't good enough
These niggas wanna take a feast
So they can smoke weed and buy the latest sneaks'
Them days are done, I know you hate the fact that I'm balling
But don't let me hear no hating, Smiley, that's just a warning
Or this time I'll have them pull up to your trap in the morning
Catch you lacking and yawning, I'm on the low, so I'll let you know
When I get back to touring, until then I'll have my trap performing
I used to wonder why I couldn't win, now I know why
'Cause I stepped out, and I'm locking in
Yasin never sold nothing bigger than a Z, before I took him in
He still switched up, now ha-ha, look at him
Your chances are like your gym pics, boy
They're looking slim, that's the problem with niggas
They stick to something for six months maximum, and think they put it in, but they're funny
Craig told me eighty grand for Wireless, I told him, "Book it in" (He's heating up)
See my baddie when she rocks the furs
Drive the man who wrote the dictionary, lost for words
But fuck all that, what's the word? I'm outside, I'm on the curb
Bossed up, roll in Novikov when it's not reserved
I bet they getting table ready
I bet they're get serious if boys try to play with Freddie
I bet that I drop three projects in a year, and put all of my problems in the rear
Time to focus on my career, the people that I love
Had an argument with Blacks, 'cause he won't stick to the facts
He's never shot no-one, he's known for taking pictures with straps
But if I didn't play my role, they'll say I ain't real
But you ain't real, what you done for me, what I gotta do for you?
'Cause I make mils, but look how many niggas claim to be drillas, and ain't drilled, and ain't killed
Why niggas watching King? Niggas only watching King 'cause they ain't got a thing, wish Billy was here
What's Pie gonna do if I get at him? Not a thing (He's on fire)
So little clowns, better watch out where you're gossiping
In whatever girl's house, nigga's car, what block you're in
I don't care if we grew up, I can promise this
We're no longer kids, so if you disrespect, you're on the list
Niggas got no goals, they never came to me with business plans, only asking for bricks
These times your phone's doing like half of a zip
Not to mention all them pricks who came and asked me for sticks, and didn't slide out
'Cause now they come and ask me for whips
Let me advance you with this, if you asking for shit, no, the answer is this
'Cause when I needed niggas help, I couldn't ask him for his
Free Big Ark, the feds just took the last of my nigs'
And they asking for Trigz, but he ain't dropping no more songs, just gotta charge with the pigs
They wanna give him eight years, but he'll be asking for six
Strike four, this shit gets as dark as my tints
I can't see the sun no more, they put the Zart on eclipse
It's easy to die, it's harder to live
It's easy to take, it's harder to give (Mm)
It's easy to make, it's harder to keep
It's easy awake, it's harder to sleep
Man like Fredo! (Come on)
He's back! We back
Fire In The Booth
It's easy to die, it's harder to live
It's easy to take, it's harder to give (Woo)
It's easy to make, it's harder to keep (H'yeah)
It's easy awake, it's harder to sleep
It's easy to die, it's harder to live (Woo, woo)
It's easy to take, it's harder to give
It's easy to make, it's harder to keep
It's easy awake, it's harder to sleep (S'get em, Fred)
Why she quick to say she's dating me?
I don't class dating coming over late and taking D
For the last four years, I've been focusing on stuff that's really fake to me
Ain't chasing nothing that isn't paying me
Any time them new joints land, I'm talking crazy heats
I treat them like Osama Bin Laden and drop them straight to C
I'm on the plane with Key, tryna turn these keys into some vacancies
I've had more models than them agencies
On Woo's grave, it can get intense if you play with me
Have niggas on the phone to their mum
Asking if she got a place that she can stay a week, or maybe two
Auntie Sue's, my life's a warzone, but all I really do is pray for peace
Until that day, everyday, I'm gonna play for keeps
Her head's so sloppy everyday, I gotta change the sheets
Mello's out in ten years, and Herms got the same release
'Cause the .9 just kept on touching guys, and strap was straight for Nice
I used to get the bread, hit the block and break a piece
Until I realized a piece ain't good enough
These niggas wanna take a feast
So they can smoke weed and buy the latest sneaks'
Them days are done, I know you hate the fact that I'm balling
But don't let me hear no hating, Smiley, that's just a warning
Or this time I'll have them pull up to your trap in the morning
Catch you lacking and yawning, I'm on the low, so I'll let you know
When I get back to touring, until then I'll have my trap performing
I used to wonder why I couldn't win, now I know why
'Cause I stepped out, and I'm locking in
Yasin never sold nothing bigger than a Z, before I took him in
He still switched up, now ha-ha, look at him
Your chances are like your gym pics, boy
They're looking slim, that's the problem with niggas
They stick to something for six months maximum, and think they put it in, but they're funny
Craig told me eighty grand for Wireless, I told him, "Book it in" (He's heating up)
See my baddie when she rocks the furs
Drive the man who wrote the dictionary, lost for words
But fuck all that, what's the word? I'm outside, I'm on the curb
Bossed up, roll in Novikov when it's not reserved
I bet they getting table ready
I bet they're get serious if boys try to play with Freddie
I bet that I drop three projects in a year, and put all of my problems in the rear
Time to focus on my career, the people that I love
Had an argument with Blacks, 'cause he won't stick to the facts
He's never shot no-one, he's known for taking pictures with straps
But if I didn't play my role, they'll say I ain't real
But you ain't real, what you done for me, what I gotta do for you?
'Cause I make mils, but look how many niggas claim to be drillas, and ain't drilled, and ain't killed
Why niggas watching King? Niggas only watching King 'cause they ain't got a thing, wish Billy was here
What's Pie gonna do if I get at him? Not a thing (He's on fire)
So little clowns, better watch out where you're gossiping
In whatever girl's house, nigga's car, what block you're in
I don't care if we grew up, I can promise this
We're no longer kids, so if you disrespect, you're on the list
Niggas got no goals, they never came to me with business plans, only asking for bricks
These times your phone's doing like half of a zip
Not to mention all them pricks who came and asked me for sticks, and didn't slide out
'Cause now they come and ask me for whips
Let me advance you with this, if you asking for shit, no, the answer is this
'Cause when I needed niggas help, I couldn't ask him for his
Free Big Ark, the feds just took the last of my nigs'
And they asking for Trigz, but he ain't dropping no more songs, just gotta charge with the pigs
They wanna give him eight years, but he'll be asking for six
Strike four, this shit gets as dark as my tints
I can't see the sun no more, they put the Zart on eclipse
It's easy to die, it's harder to live
It's easy to take, it's harder to give (Mm)
It's easy to make, it's harder to keep
It's easy awake, it's harder to sleep
Man like Fredo! (Come on)
He's back! We back
Fire In The Booth
