"Fire" lyrics
(feat. Trife Diesel)
I spit... fire
You go... jealous
That's... fire
(Got the fire)
Yeah, Yeah... jealous
(That's fire talk, you heard?)
New York Island, defend it, peep the style I invented
Silencer on the 40 cal'll cramp your style in a minute
I'm vintage, authentic, my brain is tormented
Got the physique of a God, I was made in the Lord's image
That's word to mama, I was perfectly sculpted
Put rappers in surgery in the infirmary posted
Place 'em in body bags, and leave them virtually roasted
Turn a Moe to a John Doe, I never heard of these culprits
I'm back to being focused, reloaded, the book has been decoded
It Was Written way before Nas and Hova even wrote it
Hear ye, hear ye, please listen up clearly
To a King's theory that I got for your earpiece
And sadly I damage and tear beats to a shred
See, it's hard to get it done but it's more easily said
Rakim and Eric B., I'm now impeachin' the prez
My proposal is indecent, R.I.P. to the feds (Fuck 'em)
I spit... fire
You go... jealous
That's... fire
Yeah, Yeah... jealous
Homie, you know the squad, fire with the coldest bars
Put us against all odds, you know we going hard
Corleone Flow, family at the table
Big dollar stacks blocking my view
Henny and Grey Goose, my main crew
Some are legit, most are straight goon
We made it through, those on my side, are who remained true
300 Spartan hard, yet wouldn't be called a fraud
But call me young snipes, money, train, all aboard
I'm at the Smörgåsbord with two plates in my hand
Generale, 100 stripes I got 'em all at war
It's shady the biz, in case I get sprayed in my wig
Make sure you take care of my lady and kids
Before I conversate with the pigs and turn snakes to my nigs
I hold the weights and I'm taking the bid
Yeah, Salute the Don, official, we in office
Spotted on the yacht offshore, talking with bosses
Ocean 14 type schemes to get us more rich
Out for the grit, no matter what the cost is
I spit... fire
You go... jealous
That's... fire
Yeah, Yeah... jealous
Homie, you know the squad, fire with the coldest bars
Put us against all odds, you know we going hard
I spit... fire
You go... jealous
That's... fire
(Got the fire)
Yeah, Yeah... jealous
(That's fire talk, you heard?)
New York Island, defend it, peep the style I invented
Silencer on the 40 cal'll cramp your style in a minute
I'm vintage, authentic, my brain is tormented
Got the physique of a God, I was made in the Lord's image
That's word to mama, I was perfectly sculpted
Put rappers in surgery in the infirmary posted
Place 'em in body bags, and leave them virtually roasted
Turn a Moe to a John Doe, I never heard of these culprits
I'm back to being focused, reloaded, the book has been decoded
It Was Written way before Nas and Hova even wrote it
Hear ye, hear ye, please listen up clearly
To a King's theory that I got for your earpiece
And sadly I damage and tear beats to a shred
See, it's hard to get it done but it's more easily said
Rakim and Eric B., I'm now impeachin' the prez
My proposal is indecent, R.I.P. to the feds (Fuck 'em)
I spit... fire
You go... jealous
That's... fire
Yeah, Yeah... jealous
Homie, you know the squad, fire with the coldest bars
Put us against all odds, you know we going hard
Corleone Flow, family at the table
Big dollar stacks blocking my view
Henny and Grey Goose, my main crew
Some are legit, most are straight goon
We made it through, those on my side, are who remained true
300 Spartan hard, yet wouldn't be called a fraud
But call me young snipes, money, train, all aboard
I'm at the Smörgåsbord with two plates in my hand
Generale, 100 stripes I got 'em all at war
It's shady the biz, in case I get sprayed in my wig
Make sure you take care of my lady and kids
Before I conversate with the pigs and turn snakes to my nigs
I hold the weights and I'm taking the bid
Yeah, Salute the Don, official, we in office
Spotted on the yacht offshore, talking with bosses
Ocean 14 type schemes to get us more rich
Out for the grit, no matter what the cost is
I spit... fire
You go... jealous
That's... fire
Yeah, Yeah... jealous
Homie, you know the squad, fire with the coldest bars
Put us against all odds, you know we going hard
I spit... fire
