fear that brings your eyes forever near Look-y, look-y, look-y here Burn away the fog of fear Chorus: Days and days on end Ain't the wind on fire, don
while you rappers having sleep overs Spending nights in studio try to be Hova, Be in the thrown instead of being ya own But look [Chorus:] Young Check your freestyle I am fast approachin on
men raise your hands and deliver All the superstitions to which we all cling While high minds in Geneva ponder e8 vs. string The sun hides itself, concealing
to bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block twice In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on
heart on a foggy window My daddy would have killed us both If he knew what we did :chorus: The fire on his lips Chills on my skin I?ll forever remember
mist, the rain Your smile is in my tears again Inhale - exhale All that matters - torn to shatters And I drift through empty days I feel like a puppet on a string
in the holsta In the bushes cocked, up on the porch i got a gauge and glock/ corner to corner this thing on lock yea it's hot on this block Nigga got
[Verse 1] I'm on a rampage been forced to look at darkness Brought up being heartless and with a gauge is how I'll guard this Quietly I sit plottin hits
-ts. Oh, my god! There she blows! Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess. Otto eyeballed the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds, and he suddenly felt the fire
-ts. Oh, my god! there she blows! Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess. Otto eye-balled the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds, And he suddenly felt the fire
. Oh, my god! there she blows! Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess. Otto eye-balled the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds, And he suddenly felt the fire
a throwback skirt I'm that bad bitch, rocks Benz on bladez Rocks on my wrist like Pink Lemonade Keep ya watches and ya rings, tell them other girls Lil' mama rockin' strings
My lady, if you keep on (On, on, on, on) Moving your hips right, my lover, keep on Smacking your lips right, my lover, keep on Calling me papi, my lover, keep on
money then clap in the air [Chorus:] Fire in a hole! Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! [3X] Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire
You could bet that Never gotta sweat that [x4] You could be the lover I'll be the fighter babe If I'm the blunt You could be the lighter babe Fire
I been on that but uh, you need ta get on that Holler at cha mang Still throwin' beer cans in the gutter mang Flick a parliament, hub cap ornament Deer head on
