"Fired Up" lyrics
Serial Killers (Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick) Lyrics
Fired up go try your luck
Burn it down to the ground call the fire truck
When the shots buck everybody drop duck
Fuck around and find out when the wires touch
I'm on fire it's your number one supplier
Watch me spark the flame like a lighter
Burn like Las Vegas tires hot fresh out the dryer
We known to call the game like umpires
My touch Midas you arthritis
Can't co sign it if I can't ghost write it
I fly private to places you ain't invited
Got enough heat under the seat to change the climate
I drop bombs and napalm with the higher ups
Them insane membranes range got you stuck
To the point we cause stony pandemonium
Ain't no one controllin em I'll knock em off the podium
Fired up go try your luck
Burn it down to the ground call the fire truck
When the shots buck everybody drop duck
Fuck around and find out when the wires touch
Receive a higher parcel from the fire marshall
I know your boss took the gas sittin in the satchel
I know you're feeling it from the flames of a 16
To make you feel alive with wildfire or big dreams
They call me the flame thrower the greatest seed sewer
Cutting all the bitches down like lawn mowers
We got one motor to keep pushing further
Another murder on the mic can you smell the odor
Another weak fuck nothing from the flame I started
Couldn't stand the heat he was the opposite of flame retardant
Now he's disregarded for the reference we're departed
Third degree burns they caught it ashes left for those who sort it
Fired up go try your luck
Burn it down to the ground call the fire truck
When the shots buck everybody drop duck
Fuck around and find out when the wires touch
I'll drop you off at the pearly gates
Like postmates catch a bitch like a dope case
Make-a Make-a u-turn like about face
I speak in poor taste but it comes from a great place
Meet us in the street where it's not safe
Where nigga bend under weights but they don't break
Where you die of a move that you don't make
Bullets smashed in your face like a wedding cake
I'm down motherfucka off brown liquor
You feeling out of bounds can't be around fake nigga
So fuck everybody who ain't wit us
I'll set you on fire keep it going with paint thinner
Fired up go try your luck
Burn it down to the ground call the fire truck
When the shots buck everybody drop duck
Fuck around and find out when the wires touch
Burn it down to the ground call the fire truck
When the shots buck everybody drop duck
Fuck around and find out when the wires touch
I'm on fire it's your number one supplier
Watch me spark the flame like a lighter
Burn like Las Vegas tires hot fresh out the dryer
We known to call the game like umpires
My touch Midas you arthritis
Can't co sign it if I can't ghost write it
I fly private to places you ain't invited
Got enough heat under the seat to change the climate
I drop bombs and napalm with the higher ups
Them insane membranes range got you stuck
To the point we cause stony pandemonium
Ain't no one controllin em I'll knock em off the podium
Fired up go try your luck
Burn it down to the ground call the fire truck
When the shots buck everybody drop duck
Fuck around and find out when the wires touch
Receive a higher parcel from the fire marshall
I know your boss took the gas sittin in the satchel
I know you're feeling it from the flames of a 16
To make you feel alive with wildfire or big dreams
They call me the flame thrower the greatest seed sewer
Cutting all the bitches down like lawn mowers
We got one motor to keep pushing further
Another murder on the mic can you smell the odor
Another weak fuck nothing from the flame I started
Couldn't stand the heat he was the opposite of flame retardant
Now he's disregarded for the reference we're departed
Third degree burns they caught it ashes left for those who sort it
Fired up go try your luck
Burn it down to the ground call the fire truck
When the shots buck everybody drop duck
Fuck around and find out when the wires touch
I'll drop you off at the pearly gates
Like postmates catch a bitch like a dope case
Make-a Make-a u-turn like about face
I speak in poor taste but it comes from a great place
Meet us in the street where it's not safe
Where nigga bend under weights but they don't break
Where you die of a move that you don't make
Bullets smashed in your face like a wedding cake
I'm down motherfucka off brown liquor
You feeling out of bounds can't be around fake nigga
So fuck everybody who ain't wit us
I'll set you on fire keep it going with paint thinner
Fired up go try your luck
Burn it down to the ground call the fire truck
When the shots buck everybody drop duck
Fuck around and find out when the wires touch
