I know you fuckers envy, B-Real and Mr. Marley [Chorus x2: Damian Marley] (Fire fire fire fire fi-yah) (Fire fire fire fire fi-yah) Analog or digital
what I got weed for People I'm in beast mode, why'd you think I got these teeth for Why do I rep that east side and why do they all call me B.O But see
Yes sir is Bobby Rick, aka A. B.O.B. O. I can't be eco conscious, I'm always burning trees And is there fire, fire, call it the... And call me supersonic
stopped dreamin even in the offseason I'm steamin (hot) Hurry up somebody better check our temperature On the fire titan like the movie they remember us Plus how can a nigga hate for real
Boom!) Right before your eyes, forget about the dividends I just want to say I remember when [B.o.B:] Well, it's B to the O, O to the B You know it's
life, good life! Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight Like this city is on fire tonight This could really be a good life! A good, good life [B.o.B
to the wire ill go through the fire with you kill and die with you I know everybody watchin me the pressure is on from every angle political 2 personal will I hang or b
Your Cd In You Joke, You Joke, You Kid, You Kid Should Have Went To Comedy Central With The Vids You Did But Ok, You B.E.T. Only If Its Comic View Promise
Bossilinie, rolling up busting with real riders Drop them b-b-bombs, like I'm up in Al Qida Cause I'm a murderer, put it on you haters for real Hit a
like I'm bench pressing Put everybody to bed, write S.U.C. on the wall and then I'm ditching Out the do', firing it up with B.J. and Fo' Nickel and D
(*talking*) This for all the DJ A, B, C, D's, wanna be motherfuckers Whoever you is, my nigga DJ Screw created this style It's here to stay, you with
the throne Cause rather reggae, R&B or rap I write to the song Oh jiggy bitches ain't nothing to me, I slap them down Real niggas move around cause it
a low O-E, fired up like a battlecat Niggaz don't wanna take it there, with Lil' Boss I be fucking with B.D.'s, bitch I can get ya lost [Lil' B] I'm
Now Tell Me Now Can You Roll Wit A Boss B*Tch Keep That Thang Standing Tall For A Boss B*Tch Game Mean, Keep It Clean For A Boss B*Tch Grab A Pen And
the car... or I'lI hurt you" So here I go, I better make my mind up Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up I chose B, stepped into the streets The first
Like the fire needs the air I won't burn unless you're there Yea,I need you,I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy you know, this real shit
(Like the fire needs the air) (I won't burn unless your there) Yea, I need you,I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy you know, its real
shine so hard, I make mothafuckas wanna kill me Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B I don
