Fire

Lyrics

[Chorus] I spit... fire You go... jealous That's... fire (Got the fire) Yeah, Yeah... jealous (Thats fire talk, you heard?) [Verse 1: Trife Diesel] New York Island, defend it, peep the style I invented Silencer on the 40 cal'll cramp your style in a minute I'm vintage, authentic, my brain is tormented Got the physique of a God, I was made in the Lord's image That's word to mama, I was perfectly sculpted Put rappers in surgery in the infirmary posted Place 'em in body bags, and leave them virtually roasted Turn a Moe to a John Doe, I never heard of these culprits I'm back to being focused, reloaded, the book has been decoded It Was Written way before Nas and Hova even wrote it Hear ye, hear ye, please listen up clearly To a King's theory that I got for your earpiece And sadly I damage and tear beats to a shred See, it's hard to get it done but it's more easily said Rakim and Eric B., I'm now impeachin' the prez My proposal is indecent, R.I.P. to the feds (Fuck 'em) [Chorus] I spit... fire You go... jealous That's... fire Yeah, Yeah... jealous Homie, you know the squad, fire with the coldest bars Put us against all odds, you know we going hard [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Corleone Flow, family at the table Big dollar stacks blocking my view Henny and Grey Goose, my main crew Some are legit, most are straight goon We made it through, those on my side, are who remained true 300 Spartan hard, yet wouldn't be called a fraud But call me young snipes, money, train, all aboard I'm at the Smörgåsbord with two plates in my hand Generale, 100 stripes I got 'em all at war It's shady the biz, in case I get sprayed in my wig Make sure you take care of my lady and kids Before I conversate with the pigs and turn snakes to my nigs I hold the weights and I'm taking the bid Yeah, Salute the Don, official, we in office Spotted on the yacht offshore, talking with bosses Ocean 14 type schemes to get us more rich Out for the grit, no matter what the cost is [Chorus] I spit... fire You go... jealous That's... fire Yeah, Yeah... jealous Homie, you know the squad, fire with the coldest bars Put us against all odds, you know we going hard I spit... fire