Holdin’ Fire

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ DMD] Yeah Yeah, that's right That's right I got a... the most hot! Bun B, yeah 'Bout to droppin' on ya Hol' up Uh, come on, come on [Verse 1: Lee Masta] This city I live in ain't home to that many haters Mostly motherfukas known for bein' playas Not hoes' life saviours, rollin' on candy Not plaguin' with bandanas, but they sayin' least dependent Man, we need to skrill out wings, I got the juice I'm holdin' like I should be bout to be lion jux Quicker than Bruce, I'm feelin' stronger than Zeus Rippin' nuts lutes, breakin' three, throwin' up the damn deuce Now I call that put me in work I'm underground: my foot, my ass and my dick in the dirt I could't do shit, but come up with my pants down The rap depression over field, brеathe and dance now Welcomе to most hot 1-5 No hole in the soul outfit from that West Side Fool, the best try all at the same time But clowns don't cop on my five, the fire still shine! So, if you grain, welcome to whip Let your boy dryse eyes ride and get that swig be lit I'm never stoppin' this shit, it's R.T.S. for life A straight bullet ricochet done took my cousin Doug life I go against the grain, 'cause at times it's necessary I put it down in town out for myself to basket scary A dark alley in that dark hood catch you With your feet wet, now your ass gettin' drug I'm holdin' fire [Chorus: DJ DMD] You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga [Verse 2: Bun B] One-once again, back is the incredible The rhyme manimal, yeah, the young cannibal B too motherfuckin' black, I'm untenable And plan a fool scale attack, rip your back like I'm animal And I pull a bad bitch, like I pull a G move Off in, buy my yayo soffin', flip a key Like a dolpin and tuna, hoe-ass conversation Right out of my ear cosunder or later you're be the fune- -ral or layer give me list and half of minute I'll have you head spin it big breed winnin' buy so much killo I keep it drag greeting from ear to ear keep rippin' From year to year, gots to rep the for all those who slept Bringin' from pin to pin I check your black ass off for that nigga Who make you wanna flip, zip and blow diggin' the glass of Blessed of 3-2-1 contact take off Not jake off, it's just a lil' suck my head to break off, fool [Chorus: DJ DMD] You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga [Outro: DJ DMD] Yeahhh, that's right DMD The most hot Bun B We puttin' it down Lettin' you, motherfuckas, kwow My nigga, you don't wanna fuck with us South, daddy, put it out, hmm P.A.-uh, P.A.-uh