Fuego

Lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] Yeah yeah, D-Block Tony Toca, L.O.X., Sheek Louch [Interlude: Tony Touch scratching] ("L.O.X.")("Kiss") ("Sheek Louch, y'all ain't go no heart") ("S.P.") [Verse 1: Styles P] Ayo, here's why I'm willing to die and take no shit Fuck the whole world and I'm willing to ride Like, here's why I'm willing to slide: too many niggas phony Shit is getting lonely, blowing my high And like, here's why I'm willing to cry: I feel furious And I'm getting curious what Heaven is like And like, fact why I'm willing to die, 'cause y'all not And I've always been the opposite for most of my life You know, P'll be the Ghost of the ciph' And understand that I'll cut you from ear to ear to hit most of your pipe I'll leave niggas D.O.A. for three whole days Twenty niggas in your projects, P don't play Hank niggas like the Sugar Hill I'm the example and the definition, so you could understand the hood is real You lost your man, how would you feel? We don't give a fuck! I just told you that the hood was real [Chorus: Jadakiss] What up? All y'all could get touched D-Block, nigga, what (D-BLOCK!) Parking lot or in front of the store Ask yourself, who want war? (What up?) [Interlude: Tony Touch scratching] ("The LOX")("Doing their thing")("Kiss") ("Tony Touch")("We back") ("Sheek Louch, y'all ain't got no heart") [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] Yo, why you ice-grilling me, like your jaw won't break? I put knives in like candles—piece of cake When my shit pop, it's over—next, the wake You where duck niggas be found—next to lake I let it off in broad day With the hammer, I make movies, just like a matinee We could talk but I don't feel like it; plus I'm not psychic And I won't know what you'll do if I don't hit you first I'll watch your muh'fuckin' melon burst I'll put bombs underneath your hearse—fuck the funeral! Sheek that nigga that live for beef How I flow, I spit like I'm missing teeth I'm a problem, like the youth division in jail Hardheaded, and my knife work, forget it, uh I could pack up and leave right now But that's after I cock back and gun you down, bitch [Chorus: Jadakiss] What up? All y'all could get touched D-Block, nigga, what (D-BLOCK!) Parking lot or in front of the store Ask yourself, who want war? (What up?) [Interlude: Tony Touch scratching] ("Kiss") ("Sheek, baby, my style…") ("Holiday Styles, motherfucker, giving you hell…") ("LOX, muh'fucka, the ox won't…") [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] Ayo, I split niggas like Cohibas and Dutches And cop shotguns the size of crutches Sheek be off the hook, whatever Tony touches Sheek and S.P. put the guns to 'em Ayo, Kiss, take it all off they fuckin' wrist And let them know where we at so they could buy it back And come dolo 'fore I hit 'em with the fuckin' Mac Y'all little niggas want work? Come get a fuckin' pack [Verse 4: Styles P] S.P. from the D-Block Gang, boss of the boss Contract killer, plus he got 'caine Don't you ever try to front, nigga, he got aim He in a 4-point-6 but he got Range Might hear the gun clicks then we got brains Tell Sheek "It's bullshit," he could leave that chain Plus his head is still bleeding, so leave that lane Remember the last time and the police that came [Interlude] What? Fuego, motherfuckers! Tony Toca [Chorus: Jadakiss] What up? All y'all could get touched D-Block, nigga, what (D-Block!) Parking lot or in front of the store Ask yourself, who want war? (What up?) [Interlude: Tony Touch scratching] ("L.O.X.")("Tony Touch")("Doing their thing") ("And y'all scared, I could tell...") [Outro] Motherfuckers, pull your guns out "Working late tonight, doctor?" "Are you doing okay? I mean, you haven't been sleeping much" "Stood up late nights, stood up late nights Stood up late nights, late nights, late nights"