"To The Flame" lyrics
(feat. Carolyn Rodriguez)
Some say I'm disturbed, but I don't care to change
That my music ain't positive, it shares my pain
I'm sorry but it's therapy, I try to do it carefully
What the fuck ya'll want, 6 relatives to carry me?
Do you want the air I breathe, damn dog apparently
Just 'cause you got a gun, life isn't guaranteed
Bitches I will bury thee, this is not a new job
I been digging holes, since Humpty found 2Pac
Since dad drove that blue Dodge, the one that fucking Raymond wrecked
We was getting shot at, I told that fool to take a left
Had to jump out and start running like a bitch
I still don't understand how that motherfucker missed
This nigga was a friend, but that wet took his brain
He tried to murder me and get me sent to the flames
Why I didn't have my gun, only Heaven knows
'Cause if I woulda had it, dear God rest his soul
[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame, 'cause the game is as cold as ice
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame, 'cause the game is as cold as ice
Later that night, my nigga Jay came by
Said he heard the dude say he purposely ain't high
"Los, the nigga was wet, and I know that you agg
But it's prison if you go and put that hoe in a bag."
I said, "The story don't end until it runs on the news
Shit. We all smoke fry. That ain't no fucking excuse!"
When his mamma start screaming that it wasn't his time
Guess I'd rather be it his than it coming from mine
Then after that discussion, I hopped in my ride
45 to my side, took the lock off the "nine"
My brother found out and started calling my chick
Then Gina called my cell phone and started to trip
Uh
[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame, 'cause the game is as cold as ice
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame, 'cause the game is as cold as ice
I said, "Look, baby doll: this is the game."
When the bullets flew by, I heard 'em whistle my name
And mami I'm sorry, for the time invested
But don't forget, a while back, what I suggested
When you told me you loved me, I said I loved you too
But I peel wigs back like a sunroof do
And I'm so fucking lost in a hustler's world
Plus I smoke so damn much, I bet my nuts are sterile
And the streets are calling, you can't stop what's destined."
She said, "Fine, but there's something I forgot to mention."
It was only 3 words, but they changed me that second
She took a deep breath and said, "Baby, I'm pregnant."
[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame, 'cause the game is as cold as ice
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame, 'cause the game is as cold as ice
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame, 'cause the game is as cold as ice
That my music ain't positive, it shares my pain
I'm sorry but it's therapy, I try to do it carefully
What the fuck ya'll want, 6 relatives to carry me?
Do you want the air I breathe, damn dog apparently
Just 'cause you got a gun, life isn't guaranteed
Bitches I will bury thee, this is not a new job
I been digging holes, since Humpty found 2Pac
Since dad drove that blue Dodge, the one that fucking Raymond wrecked
We was getting shot at, I told that fool to take a left
Had to jump out and start running like a bitch
I still don't understand how that motherfucker missed
This nigga was a friend, but that wet took his brain
He tried to murder me and get me sent to the flames
Why I didn't have my gun, only Heaven knows
'Cause if I woulda had it, dear God rest his soul
[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame, 'cause the game is as cold as ice
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame, 'cause the game is as cold as ice
Later that night, my nigga Jay came by
Said he heard the dude say he purposely ain't high
"Los, the nigga was wet, and I know that you agg
But it's prison if you go and put that hoe in a bag."
I said, "The story don't end until it runs on the news
Shit. We all smoke fry. That ain't no fucking excuse!"
When his mamma start screaming that it wasn't his time
Guess I'd rather be it his than it coming from mine
Then after that discussion, I hopped in my ride
45 to my side, took the lock off the "nine"
My brother found out and started calling my chick
Then Gina called my cell phone and started to trip
Uh
[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame, 'cause the game is as cold as ice
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame, 'cause the game is as cold as ice
I said, "Look, baby doll: this is the game."
When the bullets flew by, I heard 'em whistle my name
And mami I'm sorry, for the time invested
But don't forget, a while back, what I suggested
When you told me you loved me, I said I loved you too
But I peel wigs back like a sunroof do
And I'm so fucking lost in a hustler's world
Plus I smoke so damn much, I bet my nuts are sterile
And the streets are calling, you can't stop what's destined."
She said, "Fine, but there's something I forgot to mention."
It was only 3 words, but they changed me that second
She took a deep breath and said, "Baby, I'm pregnant."
[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame, 'cause the game is as cold as ice
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame, 'cause the game is as cold as ice
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame
Packing 45s, murder multiplies
Now the homie dies, laying there with open eyes
Hope his soul arrives, but we know the price
To the flame, 'cause the game is as cold as ice
