foreign. Have you heard this one? The hair on the back of your neck stands. Another way out, another way out... The army ants have escaped. The hair on
up to the most high sit in a ghost fly Chillin with 2 of my brothers we both live on deck Grabbing em on set This is how we roll independants she a go
Juvenile Committee's on my side And I'm kickin knowledge on a natural high And I'm feeling strong Yo, take this mic and get the party on [ ROUND 2: Everlast ] This
your brother girl Rock Star Biotch Check out how we rock And if this ain't Hip Hop It must be Knee Hop I'm higher then a mothafuckin chronic leaf tree top
on burning And I wonder will we ever feel the flame, yeah This way of life on total exhibition Show the way in which we live of a impatient nation This
Chorus:] This girl is on fire (She's hot hott) She's on fire (She's hot hott) She is burning up the club now Stop, Drop n roll This girl is on fire (
accounting For unaccountable rap problems 'Cause accountant countin his rap dollars The ice watch on the sleeve of the white collar Leanin like the Pisa towser, he's in power Standing on top
your heart feel better Groove, groove to the beat of this drum Feel it in the wind and the warmth of the sun Don't sit down and don't stand up Keep on movin', keep on
brother girl Rock Star biotch Check out how we rock And if this ain't Hip Hop It must be Knee Hop I'm higher then a mothafuckin chronic leaf tree top
top of mount I want it all Rememberin the days window shoppin at the mall Now I walk in the store blow the wistle and ball This aint the picture I painted this
block sometimes Poor niggaz be eating pork, rich niggaz be eating steak I'ma get me a Porterhouse, nigga, you just wait Couldn't step on my toes if you was standing
so long tryna reach the top of mount i want it all rememberin the days window shoppin at the mall now i walk in the store blow the wistle and ball this
It's a roller coaster, baby, you at Magic Mountain Six Flags on a holiday You wanna ride again, girl? You ain't gotta wait You never have to stand in
a pro I spit this game like never befo' Grab the microphone and always rock the show Then I grab me a freak, tell her, "Keep it on the low" If I take
n-gga aint running shootin a jump shot running a track meet but this pimp is, on the top of mount Olympus ready for the Worl's game, this is my Olympics
ain't no black zombie This is for Aisha, this is for Kashera This is for Khadijah scared to look up in the mirror I see the picture clearer through the stain on